Complementary (2006)

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paper scratch a tiny hole
with curtains drawn, a sickened goal
pour every word out into soup
and watch the petals as they droop
a paranoid face counters man
so tell me when the race began
I couldn’t see you for the night
but felt you there
your wilted air
and candle held up to the light
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Copyright L.M. 2006.  (Written June 16th, 2006.).
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