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Feb 2014
This morning you looked down
and your coffee cup was a cave.

Last night I looked up--
everywhere, masks of owls.

It was beneath a bath of cold stars
that you told me about doom.

You said,

It feels like a pit.
Kevin Mann
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Kevin Mann  Asheville, NC
(Asheville, NC)   
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