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Mar 2, 2011


she was trapped
between the legs
and arms of traffic jams
that forced introverted splendor
upon the trails of her birth rights
she tangoed with trumpets
and harmonicas
that screached music
into the night
inhaling polluted..air
from the breaths
of demonic whistles
blowing decay
in and out
banging on keys
of piano blues
sombreros non existent
unwanted penetrations
stealing joy at the roots
they drug highlights
of busy skies
into the darkness
that fell upon
a lonely vacancy
with raised limbs
of rage
and left her stamped
with a long awaited
expiration date.

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