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I think of him when
the moon slides into the lake
as dawn bleeds day light
posted by name of the rose at 4:27 p.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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