You've got a temper like a city dove;
it pigeon-dips into chaos.
Mine sizzles. I've got power
lines sparking the tarmac.
The darker the road,
the more it resembles the sea.
Think of me, on a bed of crumpled tar,
or packed like sand in a plastic mold.
A thousand malleable […]
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