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Dec 2015
I can sit
in this chair

and search the
sky for black
birds while you

try to find
a song that
isn't hollow

But we can't
Stop the tide
So we kick

smoke from old
Wood that burns
on red leaves

Watch it drift
Sway, sink and

each tea cup
ringed poem;
a mirror

of this that
is not us.
Joey Mauro
Written by
Joey Mauro  Victoria B.C.
(Victoria B.C.)   
       kindlewick, Anthony Casamassima, J, ---, NV and 6 others
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