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Mar 2016
It wont matter much, staring
coldness of winters breath
freezing
eyes water are icicles
triangulating
seeing in three demensions
appealing
like prisms that bend light
wonder
what person shows up
tonight
are the angles of you align
perfect in semmetry
has a particle bounded off
to a distant
and scattered your love protons
to an unknown place
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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