by Martin Freebase   And writing poems about man’s fall Puts her chips all on black The redundancy of negativity Seeps through the pores of her skin Her first beach house She wanted high upon a hill To look over the turbulence A physical reminder Of existence Saying hello to the ladies As they pass…

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