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I turn over the pages. Fold the corners to remember. Feathers. I trample through the rest Of this anthology. Try to rip and tear to forget. Concrete. My sledgehammer is rubber And my drill is sponge. The wind is a thief And my tools are blunt.

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Published: Mar 9, 2012
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