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Poems by Chris Jones

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Name

... but words get lost, change allegiance, and blame's ...

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Work

... hands scrunched up like a child's, rice paper skin ...

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The Emergency Drill

... and feels sharp tingles, then a rip-tide through his arm ...

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Moth Collectors

... If we find these blow-ins they’re usually deadthough a number dust the floor with tatty wings ...