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Feb 27
the sun
kissed me
as the
night's knife,
unsympathetic, honed, & deafeningly-silent,
took me...
took me
to the headstone
like ebenezer
on christmas eve...
i knew what
i was getting myself
into
but i dove in
anyway. . .
DElizabeth
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DElizabeth  F/mi
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   Rob Rutledge
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