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she passes by as exhaust...

underneath tires speeding in pools of water that reflect no future
my face is in its splash, absorbing the depths-
a cold mystery only a thousand trumpets could blow out of my eyes
let me sleep on the hum of dragonfly wings
I cannot swish at the bottom of a skirt that is too big for her anymore
it sweeps across hellfire in a city night
where the buildings extend up to a cigarette ash moon

3 Sep 10

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truly rarefied.
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very nicely written
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This is brilliant.
Just brilliant.
 — mandolyn