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Sep 2012
Slipping down her face
like a child on ice
sliding and rolling
but with grace

she calls softly to the sky
labored breathing and choked sobs
like the rise & fall of day & night
a deep anguished cry

off her nose they spill
roaring like the ocean
gone like the wind
are the tears of april
Roxanne Marquette
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Roxanne Marquette
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