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02.20.11
Shades of almost sky.
As a watered down blue.
Compressed. Trashed. Bottle.

02.21.11
Nothing comes to mind—
the full day's events control
the full scope of thought.

02.22.11
Snap the line in half.
Releasing images of
the verse trapped within.

02.23.11
After the tantrums.
After the midnight feedings.
We watch for the moon.

02.24.11
Forget these phrases.
Erase the words from your mind.
Burn the dry papers.

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