Burned Shoulders
On Homes & Surroundings
There's a brand name frankin the southernmost part of lifethere's leaves on the wavesand squares to breakno bridges to crossyet words to cross outlike in the newspaper puzzlethe books the tourist dropsHe told his sons, that's us, todayi cannot read in bed no more the twins they broke off all the wordsparaphrasing jokes, communicationmy back too sore to sit up straight15 minutes overboardchoose to break off or decay mother chooses us and staysAfter three tranquilising years frank's somehow in despair hollow dark and underpaidbut the house yet shares its nameby some outlived ca-vitythough the house yet shares its nameby some outlived cavitary
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