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I turn my head, and hear them narratives starting in my mind,
cornucopia of dissidence colliding,
crunching like gravel.
I say to myself, it’s all smoke and mirrors,
or worse, cloak and dagger.
Holding out some gilded promise,
like overdue library books unread,
just a load of old laundry turning,
yearning.



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Picatso1 said...
Dec. 7, 2010 at 7:52 pm:
Good job! Keep writing, plz! It's beautiful!!
 
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