| Current mood: |  jealous |
| Current music: | Hawksley Workman - Jealous of your Cigarette |
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-Effigy-
Lumber tossed aside,
Lit aglow by aging embers
Past their peak.
Instant rapture,
Fuel up and race away.
Our cannon's packed with
Insecurities;
Leftover heartbeats
Scraped into the gutter,
Each throb a strike
Closer to midnight.
If you're sick of waiting for me to get off my lazy rear end and put the site back up, take a browse through the old format. It's still hanging around at- http://poetry.csliterature.cjb.net
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