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Jul 2018
An evening of
slippery solitude flows into a
quick-silvery night.  I feel the
orange regret,

letting it crash with
daring tenacity over a
jagged cliff.  Warm colors blend into
a silent note of confusion, clouding the

red sky, while stale
thoughts still pour in
a lingering
brainstorm.
circa 1997
Left Brained Poet
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Left Brained Poet
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   Rick the shoe shine boy and ---
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