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a portion of a poem

DrewTM

Do the far-sighted see better things?
Maybe the blind see the best. Am I
really picking the flesh of the Christ from my teeth?

Tortuous, colored flames tower and rise
as the pieces of my life are on fire.
And I'm picking the flesh of the Christ from my teeth.

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8/21/2008 03:39:00 AM



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