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Apr 2013
If my dignity
had a scent,
it would burn of...
sandalwood and honey.
Along with it
my kite line
It would swirl
around my porous
Serving as a lead rope
to the
inner contempt
I banter with
on a
daily basis.

Nik Krutilla
Written by
Nik Krutilla
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