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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Slow goodbye

I spun eternity
on a magic silver sink
While the breathtaking moon
engulfs our pretending
the missing sun sleeps
and she's lost to the dark
the blind bitter softness
until the dawn brings
a slow withering goodbye

1 comment:

  1. It's been a week since you last poem here. Foot tapping
    DLK

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