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the circus life (1/30/2016)
Eros
a letter bearer
a memorial burier
graveshift digger,
sobbing for solace
muzzled, but crying out
characters carved in fingernail
caricatures recycled, resewn
(pretending that you've never known)
dug up and cleaned up
pastels painted over
and over
bright and brighter colors yet
to pour over tired, faded earthen tones
rewritten unrecognizeable:
and rewritten
and rewritten
pl...
Saturday 30th January 2016 10:29 pm
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