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Jan 2016
Treasure among words,
blizzard wanting to
be heard, Queen of
the consonants, purveyor
of sound, painter of the
first flower. First to be loved,
First to be Forgotten.
In the kernelΒ Β of everywhere
and everness, she confides
like iron, quivering like frozen
thunder, waiting to empty
everything noiseless.
B Wasserman
Written by
B Wasserman  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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