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Body of proof
No body, no crime
Except I kept your crinkled bag of Cheetos
And so
I have proof of you
And you thought if you could court martial
My heart
Then…
I’d stop looking for any heroes
But you can’t expect a mountain range to stumble
When the language of its land
Is so severe
Ancient and austere
You can’t expect to tip me over
Just to entertain your baby fears
No body, no crime
Except
The substrata of my soul
Has been keeping time
And you thought you’d have a full cup
But the gig is up
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