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Aug 29
The Necklace

little pieces of myself
a bag of memories
ripped holes
discarded

an empty bottle
very empty

a necklace chokes me
enticing me
to the waters edge

the cage opens
the pearl falls
to the rivers bottom
I am no more

a love that embraced death
Arthur Vaso
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Arthur Vaso  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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