February 28, 2009
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Sometimes I am
Starving to feel
The innocent radiance of April's dawning
To feel my heart devour
The paper delicacy of the golden monarch's
Weightless wing
And the fragrant velvet
Of the dewy rose's
Supple pink flesh
And the willowy grace
Of December's perished earth
Sometimes I am hungry
But only for
Elusive fare

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