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Belligerent Poetry
feel, dont look
can you stretch out
to the bounds of space
to the edges of race
to lines and odd places
lives lived in stasis
where nothing is gracious
too much impatience
below my good graces
tired and feel wasted
alone & untasted
dreaming of places
found in passing girls faces.

-wil 2.26.02