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Feb 2013
The silence in my head/hands is deafening.
My head and hands jump
from full, brimming,
chaos -

To empty, dry
silence.

Parched, drained,
The only poetry left
is this silence.

*and I will give it all to you. if you'll have it.
Devon
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Devon
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   ---, victoria, Hilda and Timothy
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