model of henry dying

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WickedEve
WickedEve
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six miles outside of death
on foot
after spin of the crank
and no spark

tail lamps dim
donna lee disseminator
faint with lavender
a scent
for beneath town limits

he pushes black enamel back
to piquette avenue on the other side

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copyright d. dixon
2004

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WickedEve
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champagne1982champagne1982over 15 years ago
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Found On Road Dead. Six miles or six feet; all our Henry's soon find a ditch to die in. ;) Some make a metaphor sustain, you make them subtle and as permanent as the black enamel casket or hearse is in the mortician's set of tools.