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December 6, 2006


Flourescent Snake’s coil. Iridescent Spot of oil. Broken mirror’s Flash and glare; Rotten smell Demon’s lair. Yesterday’s memories Smashed and broken, These things Have Spoken. Bent cars No longer speed Down roads, Past trees. Broken vase Held flowers; No longer Holds power. Car seat On its side, On which children Used to ride. Now these […]

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