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Jul 2013
Charred flesh
redemption of form
creating ashy pigment
too large to see
our passage home
started much brighter
but our bones have
been broken and
nourishment fled
our teeth and lockets
all that remain
left to speak
universal loss.
September 25, 2012
Linnea Wilson
Written by
Linnea Wilson  Cincinnati, OH
(Cincinnati, OH)   
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