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As tempers rise, popcorn hearts crackle free from their shells the smooth skin of this town puckers under rainless clouds Hell has never felt closer so far above sea level There is a sweating mug of unmarked tea insensitively exhaling on every damp neck; it’s sitting on my desk and I think how incriminating it must be to leave tea rings where fighting words might lay bare if only I had the will to move in this intolerable heat  Return to the Kentucky Collection.
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