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Oct 2015
One foresees
the cat as it dives into
a lost liquid. There is
water on the the stove;
       blue, color in heat.
A frightening ability—
admonished in myself;
an open hole
Sam Stone Grenier
Written by
Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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