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lumps in my throat
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
dcfc
Gliding past still vessels,
fallen wayside.
Eyes: dried, eager.
Prying meaning from
language, awkwardly expressed,
by your limbs.
Talking to myself, I suppose.
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