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Sunday, September 10, 2006

untitled one

she assigns blame and
can not figure out
why she is alone

why no one sews soothing words
into a comfort

why her life spins like
the last revolutions of a top

why stars glint skyward
(because they just be)
unknowing their terresterial names,
assigned by people who
point at the sky

and this she can not get
Posted by The Great Chalk Elk at 12:51 PM

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