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EditRegion2
pages of my book
pronounce dark tendrils slicing
cracks through secret bruises
a wild avenue blossoms from a
dirty shower laced with dry wind
liquid minutes consume the sound
building a bomb only for the burned
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes