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Frabjous Times
No Solace
mirror cinquain
A scent,
the sound of breath,
a warm body in bed —
and still the feeling everything
is wrong....
Ten years —
or is it maybe eleven?
those years weigh me down like
a phantom limb
each night.
Originally published: 2004/03/02 19:30:17
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