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Sunday, May 23, 2010


Stand offish.
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      • Many muses.
      • The next few days, alone.
      • Ants in her mind.
      • Toes pointed off the ground.
      • She's a little too old to begin again.
      • It's a relief.
      • There's no graffiti.
      • That counts.
      • Stand offish.
      • He shoots light.
      • Peeling back her skin.
      • She can't take it apart.
      • It pinches her.
      • The slightest movement.
      • Pondering patterns.
      • Charmed.
      • That inner spirit.
      • By the morning it won't be true.
      • Thousands of dollars.
      • Time with a friend.
      • The veil of routine.
      • The layering on of the years.
      • A little more effort.
      • A single thread.
      • Poetry.
      • The crookedness.
      • She wants time to commit.
      • Sitting on the bathroom floor at sunset.
      • The lines fray.
      • Skeletal. Holy.
      • Stick with it.
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