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Monday, September 17, 2007


you become a beached face
half washed and saline
half line-drawn
into looming sand

i become senseless
as ambiguous
as the daedal
speechless sky

i will seek another love
fashion the blade
of welled, frozen lakes
and find its heart

posted by valerie-eliza | 11:34 PM

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