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a bout
dante passacaglia
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
the tiny tear
slip through an eye,
trickle down the nose,
tarry for a second:
a taste for the lips...
then slide down the neck
after carressing the chin
and melt on the heart
feeding the pain within.
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