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Contraband Tears
she drowned in poetry
Thursday, December 18, 2008
i
walk like i'm
tallandlanky
like a girl i knew
in high school.
the disparate mirror
image
tells me
don't get so carried
away.
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The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough.
Ezra Pound
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