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Stop Sign
Stop Sign
Stop Sign
by Sujay Sood
I dread tomorrow, it's lurking Stop-signs The Octagon haunts My fitful sleep My nightmare toss And turns: a still evasion The red foils My motion robber My bloodsight charges At matadorial steel Four lettered death Nailed at diastoles Plant one on my grave, I know My life is being arrested