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So I see her distant name / and wonder / how she’s grown, doing fine? / It’s been a while, / and though I no longer change / she is young a19 lines, 4 comments, on Jul 11 6:36 PM 2007. In Life
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Fingers crawl across dark pages
feeling heartbeats rise like braille -
Just one fatal expression
oozing out of here pours -
Does she want me to write a poem about her?
I would drop all my epics, discourses, and sojourns
