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Dec 2014
Artists we
     do knit and twine
     our heartstrings into words,
Plucking chords
     to ***** the skin
     so we bleed upon the page,
Hardly cope
     but only feel
     the sorrow paramount,
I reason none
     but just to paint
     with songs of flying birds.
Daniel Arocho
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Daniel Arocho  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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