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Guard your heart.
Protect your neck.

These are complete
sentences against a

given grand grammar
that only likes

to love itself
this 21st Century.

Meanwhile, the chatter
of folk steams

into convoluted smog,
honking and hollering

at one another-
the caged bird

hustles and whistles-
until the love

muscle bursts, spattering
its insides redder,

and the guillotined
head dies winking.

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