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May 2012
The Pinto
when I go
I will pull the shades down
fill the moat
with the requisite
piranhas
I will put on my
Alone
stare
and cup our little
glowing moth
in my palm
and whisper
to it
whenever
I'm sad.
copyright fhw, 2012
F White
Written by
F White
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