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Contraband Tears
she drowned in poetry
Friday, October 5, 2007
bedtime
I guess I should go to bed.
but I'm scared of the dark, and
the walls are making strange noises.
(I'm so jealous of your
tranquility
that I could tear your head off.
Don't come in here again.)
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The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough.
Ezra Pound
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