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Yours Without Wax
A poetry blog
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Perfect While Falling
I think the snow has brought me back
A cold compress on swollen facts
A white page with lines in black
A blank stage, walked boards and cracks
A cold sign gives a half fact
A stalked future in paper hats
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