Smoke and Mirrors
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pseudo-poetry
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Showing posts with label
pseudo-poetry
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
the wind is teething
soon, bite marks will cover skin
winter is coming
Friday, October 14, 2011
Private Concert
Six strings
of a guitar
and your voice, low and deep-
a philharmonic orchestra
for me.
nose against cold glass
joys on display, locked inside-
a window shopper.
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