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Dec 2014
fingers tap.

can you hear the wind outside, the radio,

all things growing, I could. it was the start.



should have known this will happen,

to me, to all of us. some have had a

splendid year, while some have not.



shall i speak of crumbled cookies, of those

dice, which we collect?  no, i cannot speak,

i have no voice.



i tap the words with fingers.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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   ---, chimaera, r, --- and Amitav Radiance
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