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May 2015
my eye 
is caught by a photograph 

my ear 
records a voiceless cry 

whispering brilliant streaks 
tiny hairs all quivering on 
my skin 

raindrops pelting 
crystal teeth glaring 
tearing away 

my tongue 
forms a quiet reply 

my nose 
wiggling at a brooding sky*




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