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Ariadani when my sister asked for a black sharpie
iknew not what she would do with it

would she write herself a note?
would she scribble somthing out?
would she trace the outline of a leaf?

i turned,
and looked
and there, on a cardboard box,
two eyes had been drawn above the squiggle that was now a mouth.

"the box needed to be happy."
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-{::EphemeralArcs::}- the imagination of fantasy silencing trangressions outward, in the darkness there is light, and light in the darkness. But, the woes of my feelings and image(nations) always stand high from thee. 020318