Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Friday, August 23, 2013
chirps
The cricket chirps crack open the night's . lips, Draw out reluctant tips . tongued with indigo accents, They trip me into melancholic descents . a chalk-line tracing of the face I miss
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