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The Gnashing

all of your foes are well founded and true

all my hands are callous and cruel

all of my arrows that riddle you through

are bullets that fire me back into you

all of the rivers are boiling with thirst

all my hands are covered with earth

all of my children that gnash with their teeth

are paperback novels and dogs scratching fleas

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