[the Writing of Kuypers]
he was walking by the
and they turned around the
he was hit over and over
he said he died then
he even saw his obituary
but then he went back, did it
office. It’s always like this,
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white hen pantry
on sixth and green
corner in the car
opened fire on him
again; his teeth were
shattered by bullets
and he saw from up above
his bloody body
over again: this time
he was in the doctor’s
he thinks, always
running away from death
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