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Thursday, March 4, 2010


looking at the hard lines of
my flesh
the eyesockets
glaring with accuasation
of myself
roughly sizing up my life
like cordwood and winters past
i reel in my desperation to
hold on to something good
something graceful and tender
and find broken down lives
pushed into corners
all joy gone
in the litter that remains

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