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Jun 2012
You wish to believe in the opening and closing of flowers
in falling stones filled with meaning
in preposterous positions and overwhelming frissons;
yet you are old and life has forced its finger into your stone face;
to excavate a blood place;
a tiny pool of black sweat;

an eye
Dan Corjescu
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Dan Corjescu
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