david jewell poet

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siri and laslo poem

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.
Vivacious introspection
was hounding me
on that cold
wintry day
I was locked
inside
and I was locked
inside myself

Every time
I turned around
a fire started
every time
I turned around
a gun went off
every time
I turned around
my baby wanted to
give me a book.

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