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Leaving “ I always thought that a line should leave the page with extended claws, a sweet and sudden rage.” Tony Barnstone Not every one leaves the same way. Shot. Heart attack, muck Under a fast and speeding car. Knife. Drowning All are places and seconds when the moving stops And the face slowly softens then the eyes stare.
Every night somewhere, some one is going away Dark alley , dark drugs , dark pain in parks and Streets and bush and working girl hallways
While a neighbour is watching T.V. Or flirting with a cop on the next street Over.
Spiders pass by and do not bite until they Are ready and then, at the right time Place , its done and its over and They move on.
Night and day the wings go up and down in Seas and ponds and picnic places while the Dying just lay down to sleep Lay down their dreams and slip away.
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