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tar and feather
Pain in my ass
white trash
feeling white water
under still motion
the day is as the day will be
sun on the run
under a wall
ten feet tall
cars roll by
wrecks - crash in the past
sun and shadow
play doctor
to child and father
busted open
watermelon red
seeds black
can opener
the edge cuts
home in a soup bowl