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About the Telling

August 11, 2008
By Anonymous

all in and out

through and with



Don't talk to my dreams

or whisper to my feet


Winds in the branches

of my brain—as broken

as can be

If ever they were existing


Together; never until

too late has begun

And ceased to create

bees slapped—on linoleum


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