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They meandered thoughout
the city with sunday afternoon
smugness, hands in loose knots,
immersed in each other's trivia.
It was not long before the
city woke up and confronted
an unwary audience with
enticements, as if to pose
a series of impromptu arguments.
Inside pockets, warring hands
choke skins bloodless, unable
to prevent the grinding
of bone on bone.

22 Jun 07

(define the words in this poem)

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