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Dec 2012
Old skeleton fingers
aged with centuries of rain and frost
crevices deepened by the gnawing of the random bug
whose home he found inside a dug-out grave

bones that have yet to erode
fine lines and textures
yellowed in hue
darkened in shade

skinless hands that gracefully sleep
deep within the earth
JL
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   Lily Mae
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