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| The boy draws himself |
| with a bomb head, |
| machine gun arms, |
| hand grenade feet, |
| and a stick of dynamite |
| for the heart. |
| My goal is not to |
| get bent out of shape. |
| It is easy to forget |
| what the body |
| actually looks like. |
| This is the same boy |
| who claims he has never seen the moon |
| or stood near the edge of the ocean. |
| I wish he could touch the heart |
| behind the stick of dynamite, |
| the one he could depend on |
| when the world gets very dark. |
| —Sally Doyle |
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