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A figure is flung
by a bullet’s puncture.
My nerves hum
with the beauty of flying
cars. I don’t need ideas–
the suddenness of a building
exploding is enough.

Tom from Poetry Circle pretty much co-wrote this one as this is basically his version (with some tweaks on my part) of one of my poems. Thanks goes out to him.

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