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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 3                                                                                                               page-184 NOT BEANS AGAIN ... My eyes are red. My face is raw. I feel like I'm an open wound. A very different kind of sore. Your tendon smile seeps through into every little bloody pore. I feel like I've let a stranger through my mothers bedroom door And that's sacred And that's frightening People die on slippery floors. When scabs swell ripe and ache at night. When thought becomes law. There'll be no more accidents No wounds. No more doors.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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