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Nov 2012
There are no --******-- truths I've yet to find

Scraped heels and calloused hands held without shape in a --soundless-- disarray of ravens
Caught in bluebirds' own --murderous--thunderous--cantankerous-- unseen display

Lacking in delivery but --******-- truth all the same.
Liz Anne
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