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Oct 2013
I call you through Audible
the auspicious click- whirrrrrr
of voice-violin-strings

(sometimes wind tells me
you don't listen)
the empty response
of car upholstery
gnaws on
my attempts?

(But you answer through Poets)
the punctuated; nonsense
of- everything Important
slammed stuck. stretched-
like pebbles plopping
from your bluest you
Laurel Elizabeth
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