1 Poem by
Todd Moore
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the slug
jerry had
used to kill
a big
timber
wolf
got mixed
up w/my
pocket
change
every once
in awhile
i'd take
it out &
rub it
hard
against
my thumb
i liked
to pretend
the full
moon of
death was
inside
shining
its dark
ness all
over my
skin
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