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12/20/2010

They could pull that thread through needle thin windows
shimmering glass weaving circles
through heartached stones.
They could pull it off, I think,
if they allow themselves to breathe
to raise anchor
and sail into the narrow neck
bottle.
I could never be as they,
I don't let Forever in my way.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Breathe.
We all, need to breathe...

Your words, always capture me.

I love it.

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