Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Wednesday, July 10, 2013
tissue thin
My tissue turns tissue thin. thinned to billow below these blowing winds. My bone's gone as hollow as reeds. A heavy air feeds. it tunes. tuned to soon. too soon for a sadness to settle in.
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