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May 2010
sweet teathers
so swift to stake
the hair, staying twixt
my throb and zoned fake

a deed unmeasured
so gifted a debate
to love a light to vulture-
breath, the bread of lines,
of the beating of a ruptured quake

1/18/09
Written by
timothy harding
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