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 Jul 2012 Akshay
Paul C
There's a gaping hole inside my chest,
Below my neck and above my breast.
For your cheek and chin, that line was drawn,
A place to rest from dusk till dawn.
 Jun 2012 Akshay
Marsha Singh
You obviously don't speak silence
or you would have heard me say

*Stay.
 Jun 2012 Akshay
Marsha Singh
Evening swells and spills
across his back and farther.
I collect handfuls.
 Jun 2012 Akshay
Marsha Singh
Crush
 Jun 2012 Akshay
Marsha Singh
If an easy rain
would make the rocks slippery,
he would hold my hand.
 May 2012 Akshay
Marsha Singh
O useless sky – you disappoint,
brood mutely as I weep and curse;
you've had eternities to meditate, yet
I think of all the answers first.

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