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Sep 2015
Silence Part 2


I sit thinking,
pen in hand, and wonder
why conversations,
once held,
filled my room
with words, metaphors,
innuendo
have mysteriously disappeared,
seeping innocuously
into the cracks of the wall.
Hidden there, I am unable
to coax them out.

8.18.11
2nd in this series....
Aztec Warrior
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Aztec Warrior  NYC
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