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Feb 2013
Her forked laughter gave no indication,
she wore no particular ermine to pledge her terrority..
Poems were broken into syllables
unsounded with scant intention,
her own vaguenessΒ Β was affliction itself,
near darkness her bridgehead
this equivocal shadow
a balked performance in the making.
jo spencer
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jo spencer  Greenwich time zone
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