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I am a damp turquoise curtain that lends my room a theatrical look.
I know how hard a smile can be.
Good bye, I love you. No.
Where is he, my brother?
My helper.
He has sustained like stone for 40 years,
nothing to him.
We are still in flight,
more like a fixed image of flight,
motionless but never still
like a snake at the sally army.


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by lippynelson

Project
I don't know. I don't get it. Maybe I'm just thick this morning. I'll read it again later.
Thanks

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: December 19, 2009 )





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