Mr. Springsteen
Silence interrupts.
Ave Maria
everyday
in gold and white
Almost aloof
and untouchable.
Red clads this!
Red clads this
instance of pause.
As walking away
The treasure
behind
The red cloak
Is left behind.
--------
Towards Someplace
Murder
can't be sold.
I lay still
A moment
Shot.
Yes, shot!
Straight
toward
Hell.
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Man in a Black Hat
As footsteps fade
wandered into
cold asphalt
Cobbled past
Those that
have no fate.
While everywhere
The same
echoes
Echoes
Victor Hugo
Ardromache!
Your swan
lies still
to date.
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Fate-less without the crotch ,
wanderlust ,a past with blotch,
Indifference , Ignoramus ,
Echoes , Echoes . echoes.
Oh Andromache , perfection can be so sore ,
"when I cried out: "The child that I had just now--
what! I don't have her any more!"
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