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I Stand and Knock

By Daniel Priest Poetry

All night he was wind leaning on a door you wanted to open. The whole world spilled through the hole he’d torn in his side. He had nothing to say that wasn’t your name. In his teeth his own blood turned brown. You had to see him naked, name those animal scars in their torchlight…

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