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Sidewalk Art

The truth lays

on the tip of my tongue

I bite down hard

The blood taste like an old penny

I spit it out

and truth goes with it


A drop of my blood

and my truth

are splattered

on the sidewalk

next to

a piece of trash

and a stick.


-C.H.

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