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Jan 2012
There is a little box of windy things
sitting in the shadows

a whisper sits at the bottom
smiling slightly

a few drops of blood aimlessly wander

words drift slowly
stained with mascara

pieces of paper
with memory words
stinging with tears, and a lingering smile

and a birdsong floats from the lid
softfly, ever so softly,
but childishly sweet.
Gabrielle Sabrino
Written by
Gabrielle Sabrino  Birmingham, AL
(Birmingham, AL)   
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