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Bleed Deep

old translucent green pop bottles litter everywhere
filled with flesh and tears and hate and love and
guilt and joy and rage and pity and remorse

hurling black rusted tire irons and crow bars
green bottles scream and weep and laugh and
vomit and defecate shattered shit frantically

shards of green in the lawn on rainy days
a naked body haphazardly lays

bomb it all, break it all
a frenzy of life lived
is a garden of glass
that cuts you deep

it is never greener
so lay and roll and
bleed

bleed deep
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