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she passes by as exhaust...
OCTOGENARIAN

underneath tires speeding in pools of water that reflect no future
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my face is in its splash, absorbing the depths-
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a cold mystery only a thousand trumpets could blow out of my eyes
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let me sleep on the hum of dragonfly wings
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I cannot swish at the bottom of a skirt that is too big for her anymore
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it sweeps across hellfire in a city night
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where the buildings extend up to a cigarette ash moon
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3 Sep 10

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truly rarefied.
 — unknown

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

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