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Apr 2012
closet confession
broken strings, woven into habit
im the one in curly cues
running like a mad rabbit

"im late, im late, for a very important date!"
said i
as i [too] wondered if alice was cast aside
while this life was given another stride
to change, to become
to have another one.
open your eyes.

feasting on a cool breeze
ocean blues, tropical means
its coarse, yet unrefined
walking on the atlantic coastline.
Written by
April Hapner  F/Tennessee
(F/Tennessee)   
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