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Sore Eyes

I stood in the window
and watched her dancing
in the rain naked at age

The whiskey bottle
in her hand moving
in circles losing a bit
of itself in the struggle
as she tossed it around
in the street

Horns honked

some people
covered their childrens

I still wonder
why they would cover their

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