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your whole body starts to look like america, but i won't be your england.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 59 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 4 - Published: 12-03-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2870023
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you are this side of a
bridge lined with cigar flares.
somewhere between ash and disaster,
i am the fence you press your little fingers against.
you leer. the bodies beneath you change.
i am the same shape, a piece molded and fired.
you cross the street at every green light.
some people think you want to be hit.
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