Tomb (Poetry)

There's a tomb near the corner store 
Sugar, meat, beer, and discount cigarettes 
The doors yawn in experiments of all shapes and sizes 
Often dancing with a full bladder 
Often unaware of the bodies 

Every corner kisses a point 
Every point can be a weapon 
Filled with snacks and chemicals 


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