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Safety's Snare

Who's got me
When I need to unplug
the electric idiosyncratic bullshit
of the world above
down low

Who's got me
in deep valleys and shadowed paths
when growls and snares
smell blood, fresh
which they entrap

Who's got me
if a net is cast for safety
and not a soul to hold it
laced fabric, a web
a 50 star flag on a coffin
bugle calls/fold it
El fin, the end.

Who's got me?

Who's got me?

Who
has
me?


-b.r.rivera
#22 of 30
#30in30

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