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Oct 2016
Grains of sand the Wind has buried,
Dunes of voices, no noises carried
Slamming doors and lapping shores

Hinged on Exhale

Whipping, Whooping, bows not drooping
“Who”, not “what”, “How” not “now”
Aspirates stifling
Written by
Michael Donovan  Boston
(Boston)   
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