Desperation
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James McLain
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I run as wind-red wine, across
cracked lips chapped.
Yes, it burns.Untasted!
Dropsy, shadows stain, Unkind.
One feather, father finds, Unloosed.
I ride the gutters leaf, Unashamed.
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