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Saturday, March 13, 2010

Somewhere In The Swill


of lies and manipulations is a heart of
pure love for her mission: standing up
for fun, where found, a nose for it,
close to the ground, always

leading away. She disappears into what
draws her away from what was, away
into some kind of glory, the way of her
life leads away from me;

I lay the table for her return.


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