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HERO

poetry by Genevieve Callaghan

Sunday, September 11, 2011

My Nails

my nails move like little
black beetles over the
page

capped, helmutted
creatures with
murderous wills

dark intents

to make a breakfast
of the page's
words

to make the page
make sense
Posted by Hero at 8:30 AM

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