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Jan 2015
If you can manage

to resurrect my words from the furnace,

I beg your interest

stay long enough to read them

all

and that you’ll still hold me

as the mirror falls off

the wall,

the lake spilling out and

drowning my reflections.
Jules Wilson
Written by
Jules Wilson  Nashville
(Nashville)   
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