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Wet beds
Dusk shreds to wires
Broken. Tethered to within
Strapping rouge upon your lips
You miss him everywhere.

Courtney Roach
April, 2007

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Green-

I think I lost you on a Sunday
When I fed my lips to flower beds
Faces born on polaroids and kisses in your breath
You woke with spring on your sheets
The world no longer white.

Courtney Roach
April 22, 2007

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Hand-Me-Down-

Cherry braided retrospect
Dangling far beneath your broken lip
Cold like generation rain checks
Kneeling on thin ice
Chiseling the dice and rock
And roll.

Courtney Roach
April 24, 2007

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Foul-

Ecstasy is a darker place where
Wrong girls stay sleeping
Needing bruises on their cheeks
Beating looks into his eyes
Midnight moves along.

Courtney Roach
April 24, 2007

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Robot-

Spines bent to fit his body
Pieces puzzled at a glance
Bubblegum grams in the alley
Uptown abstinence dies tonight
With heads held high, the blind with
Dust stuck closer than the inside
I will never forget you twice.

Courtney Roach
April 25, 2007

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Terror-

Pale reflections feeling dirty
The bet is off and sounding dangerous
Tearing throats on junkyard swing sets
Spreading orphans faster, faster.

Courtney Roach
April 25, 2007

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Renew-

Sweet sadness bandages
Wrapped tight around your broken fists
Tiny wrists for twisting rhymes
Cutting lines toward bitter midnight
Moving twice, another Monday
Another thirty years.

Courtney Roach
April 29-29, 2007