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Submitted: June 21, 2012

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like a child's cry that fills the night
you persist, needy.
explorative in nature.
always-- crumbling in the cocoon of these desolate grounds.
pressure.

roses. highlighting absence;
clinging to my Mother's engagement vase.
a cylinder cut crystal glass promise.
compost petals, brown twigs for stems.
autumn leaves.
crunch.

dead.

beat.
The streets only willow crumbling at my feet.

alight. the decors never looked so bright
one
idyllically filed frame after another
gonegonegone

separates.
unwound.


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