sAyingsometHing

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26 Mar 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (83)

through sleep
one tints
the little snow
that's left
of an accumated sadness
that won't translate
to eternity
the damages
have slowed to touch
that changes
how breath goes

1 Comments:

  • At 5:32 pm , Blogger carmen said...

    sadness tints this and

    that

    breath translates

    damages

    noh

     

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