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Deconstruction

A nail bomb rips my dictionary apart where the blood falls words are rubric. – Benjamin F Jones

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Home before you

On the bank white daisy constellations in the light from the train as a gift to you I leave them where they are to mark the end of your journey home. – Benjamin F Jones

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