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Feb 2013
this is my impossibility:

that I may still smell you
from the crevice of my curve
while the moon laughs at my folly
     that I may still catch your laugh
     through cracks in the pavement

         this is the love of a patient
         who knows not his disease
         only the teething

this
is the difficulty
of breathing alone.
Awwwww...isn't the poor boy sad?
Glen Brunson
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Glen Brunson
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   Laura Susan Smith, T, JM, M W and Icarus M
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