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untitled


empty voices
dressed in familiar shapes
white umbrellas
on a cement floor
a scorched saint
and a frozen sailor
argue the merits of firewood
nextdoor
a violin catches a tune
tossed by a distant dog
and stillborn sunflowers
recognize themselves
wrapped in a breeze of salt and fog
looking in a splintered mirror
is self mutilation
without the blood
i stand very naked
Monday, January 3, 2011
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