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As if it were a flapjack.
Holing pincers, perforate
the bailing muscle.
Narrow chasms nicked
like a crescent moon.
Flapped spigot leaks
dinted crimson tears,
that dissipate
amongst the blistering grid.
But bleeding hearts heal. Especially with the Avett Brothers.
They let go. Do they ever.
And move on.
