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1/03/2011

BREATH
because that's all you can do.
These words grow in your pocket,
delightful thorny vines.......

We are,
Will be,
Never more,
Ever was,
Frozen.
 scraped along windowsill
climbing, scrambling
breaking vases they call Beautiful
because there must,
has to be,
is a way in

Unsure,
can't you see
I'm breaking?

1 comment:

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