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In Three Days

In three days I will be forever older than you, Your notes are in my black knapsack that I carry on my back, Waiting to be copied and dispersed…copied and dispersed.   If I could grow wings, They would be … Continue reading

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Death of a Beautiful Woman: the Femme Fatale*

You died too softly, One hand on the book The other on the glass. Throwing the chair to the side, Your blond hair thrashing, All signs of how steeped over three days, All signs of why buried in floating paper. … Continue reading

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