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Like a boxer's
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The thief
>>>>>>>>> R a n a w a y i n t h e
Middle of the night <<<<<<<<<<
Wearing someone's heart-shaped
Empty
dark spot on the right sleeve
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Left the dreams
In the locker room
Where the
Lights
(OUT)
Listen to a spigot speak
Drop
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Drop
Invading the silence of
Once Upon a Time
Four
Five
Six
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The far away
muted
ROAR
Of a crowd's ovation
Greets the
Blood-shot eyes
And made-up fists
Are you there sitting expressionless?
Seven
Eight
Nine
Rough thick skinned
But soft inside
The bruised fruit will drop
Plop
Heads turning away as the count
Comes
To tenCopyright 2011 Alain Millon
