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Amidst the swarm of strut-walks the skeletons wear marigolds two blue, a red, another blue. Their bodies are filled with pockets cigarettes, a bluebird, a strawberry filled doughnut. Forget rotundity. So much of what has soothed me has not been human. I am the handmaiden of uncertainty I'm not that kind of police officer, I'm a peace officer. It's the middle names that get you, early morning men, too early for all this springing step hand in hand as grown men in love. The peanut man looks into the desolate lights of Baltimore his doughy cheeks glow red every mouth is busy in prayer. You are a stag in the air, in every ovate le