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and

i swing back and forth
all day in my noose
swing from this tree
hands full of blood
swing over ashes 
them swim in the wind
i make
a sound
that sounds
like old
joints bend
ing or
rocking
chairs rock
ing 
all day in my
neckwire
a chicken is caught in the barbwire tangled around my ankles
all day in my
neckwire
i look
look down
at my shoes
the coins in my pants windchimes
there is dust in the skinslits on my hand
i can see my budding face
in the puddles three feet down

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