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Jul 2012
Bloom
He screamed into loose winds

for the angels to writhe to his song

but when he stands up

all the angels are gone

just a man

reciting life

through his bloodied palm

conned
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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