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Apr 2013
once,
I
had a
rabbit,
like you:

saved from the gutter,
as lightning fell piecemeal.
escapism,
all shining eyes,
all tiny scraps of flesh.

and we
let
him go,
but I can never let these things go.
I guess I miss you.
Tom McCone
Written by
Tom McCone  Wellington
(Wellington)   
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