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Poem: Team of Foxes

In poem on 09/17/2015 at 18:50

“TEAM OF FOXES”
Somewhere green we met —
out of reach and shit.
Something smells like grass,
summer always happened fast.

A band of foxes sent
on the diamond they descend.
Driven mad with their disease,
stole your daughter through the trees.

Will you chase me?
Before all of this collapse.
Will you race me?
(Scar pink, moth black.)

You forgot your daddy’s joke
though you often smell like smoke.
Stood me up in Long Beach —
you were such a Georgia peach.

Will you chase me? Will you race me there?

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