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Oct 2012
My eyes fly
to the swatch of sack-cloth
abandoned in a corner of the floor,
no doubt considered
for use in a patchwork at some point.

I wonder if it mourns
its shortcomings.
Shane Hunt
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Shane Hunt  Saturn
   Leanna Lynn Harris, ---, ---, ---, Anna and 3 others
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