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Nov 2017
It comes from the Silent Side:
This artsy, make-believe, nothing,
Contingent
On the bread crumbs aligning in their orbits
Around the crown
On the head of this so-called Frog Prince.
And if they sound like a broken heart
Smiling
They might stand out from the thoughts
More worth forgetting
Before Sleep.
Sunshine Odhner
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Sunshine Odhner  Phoenix
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