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Sep 2016
cut stone
lichen roam
over your
shut mouth

mineral lochs
run through
slowed vein

ex
tend

your hard hand

take my face
and wake the sleep
that petrifies me
sunk into this bed

ancient thing
ancestor to the mountain
what tales of brokenness
you must have

break them
over mine
widen this time
give me eyes farther
mike dm
Written by
mike dm  NY
(NY)   
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