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Thursday, March 04, 2010

Puddle Ponders / Clasp Freed / Wan Faces

Late winter sun climbs
Puddle ponders depth aloud
Will evaporates

Clasp freed, she tosses
thick necklace to wasp its way
atop piled lost charms

Eagerly he scans
the wan faces of corpses
watching him stumble
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