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02.20.11
Shades of almost sky.
As a watered down blue.
Compressed. Trashed. Bottle.
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02.21.11
Nothing comes to mind—
the full day's events control
the full scope of thought.
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02.22.11
Snap the line in half.
Releasing images of
the verse trapped within.
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02.23.11
After the tantrums.
After the midnight feedings.
We watch for the moon.
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02.24.11
Forget these phrases.
Erase the words from your mind.
Burn the dry papers.