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Apr 2015
There’s a copper covered floor
     swept in by father’s hand.

And a sweet scent dwelling in the thick air
     of mother’s sigh.

Streams leak into the sills
     upon my face.

And a blindfold
     drapes the *****.

A mesmerizing buzz
     echoes within.

And irrationality
     fills my presence.
Outside I find myself looking in
Dani Simpson
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Dani Simpson  Bowling Green Ky
(Bowling Green Ky)   
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