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Sirens
11-14-07
Oh where do they come from,
so disastrously beautiful
in the middle of the night?
Is it money or drugs
or something my sticky fingers crave more?
The haunting melodies of movement
can chill even the most brutal of memories.
Wash me with your sonic wisdom;
caution me with whispers
achingly true
as you strip me one by one
of all sensitivity
before carrying me away.
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