Primitive Poems Possessed
Poems by Tom Cooney
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Tuesday, April 12, 2016
out of
out of the damp ditch
souls of ash ghost up
their mist wraps us wet
under the blood sky
where pillars of fire
taunted the heavens
we holds hands
to feel flesh
aliveness
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