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A Bright One
Men can go blind staring at the sun for hours
Waiting, just waiting
After awhile theirs tears aren't sad, but tired
Hot tears running past their nose over their lip and into their mouth
They spit it out and some kind of false courage erupts
Though the sun won't even blink at them, not once
It will burn and burn until the heat turns to hate
And the staring ones can go mad after hours
They're courage stirred up and ready
I don't know whether he tripped over his words or the bar stool first
But it wasn't pretty
And her smile was
poem
by
Justin Kopp
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