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Dec 2011
I form and practice
the smallest hidden
dramatic gestures
from within the simple
mouths of spiders
There
the secrets are in
quiet handprints
Fortunes are passed
from the ceilings
The lights are
wise and silent as
the gaze of
Chinese tortoise
Mike Arms
Written by
Mike Arms  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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