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| in a silent way | tender is the place, and slender is the night, the small of its back a run-out groove on a record too scratched to play. "you don't miss your water 'til the well runs dry". and you don't miss your moon until it can't be seen. you watch the day's diminution, growing a third eye where others' eyes have been. you are a sculpture of who you hoped to be, sightless and still. i keep you where dust won't follow and insects fear to tread. | 130611 |
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| Doar |
This prose is praiseworthy. . |
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