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says she’s tired of being dead and
what the hell am i supposed to do? can’t have power without money can’t have god without the devil late august sunlight after four days of rain and i kiss her feet when she asks i kiss her breasts lick the tears from her cheeks and wait for the moment to pass and what we are is finished but not quite yet what the space between us sounds like is an unspoken apology no one wants to talk about the future when it never amounts to anything more than children sleeping in a house on fire
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John SweetJohn was born in 1968 and has been writing since the early 80's. He recently won the 2014 LUMMOX POETRY PRIZE, which will include publication of a new book entitled THE SEASON OF DREAMING MONSTERS in early 2015. |
