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El Corazon
Stained linen
Rivets in corrugated cardboard
Construction paper
With torn, jagged edges
This would be you:
My little heart
My little could be.
Squeak in an empty oilcan
Hum of the late night refrigerator
Cigarette burning
A hole in the back seat of a rental car
Slow stench while you
Red supple shameless
Stamp stomp press
Four chambers push
Rush
My little time bomb,
Keyless safe swinging
Fall open.
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