Faces
Faces and more remember then reject the brown caramel days of youth. Reject the sun-sucked tit of childhood mornings. Poke a muzzle of war in the trust-frozen eyes of a favored doll. Breathe, Brother, and displace a moment's hate with organized love. A poet screams “CHRIST WAITS AT THE SUBWAY!” But who sees?
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