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Mutterings Of A Fool #1

My loss and me,
We are the shopping cart you slowly push, homeless love. 
My kiss is a pair of winter gloves you wear. 

My tears are the smell on your skin that the dogs growl at. 

The blisters on your feet and the holes in your socks,
these are my words, these are my dusk shouts 
cutting like handfuls of scissors.

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