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Contraband Tears
she drowned in poetry
Saturday, March 24, 2007
afresh
First post in a new blog... washing my old sins away like rain, or something as equally cliche. I feel like this is another chance to be myself... not sure who I am behind the mask, but I can try.
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The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough.
Ezra Pound
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