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Dec 2012
Gazing, feeling nothing.
Their hums were working.
Now they hibernate.
Searched for laurels.
Waters from Japan bit my chest.
I bled & discolored the waters.
From blue to white.
I fear the charm has left.
Bereft of red strings.
There was a dream.
You said,
I had a dream.
Of my animals &
sharp objects.
Now,
she says now & I?
I was familiar with later,
tell me how to lose & I
I'll start changing you.
Tragedy
Robert Carroll Spear
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