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Friday, April 10, 2009
Poem a Day, April 10
April 10, 2009
moon obscured by clouds doll heads, doll parts time pieces on the table
abstractions, details dust beneath my eyelids yellow paint on my hands
meaning is a ghost days pile up as dishes in the sink and all I have is questions
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