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Oct 2010
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Punctured silence

in a room
untouched by
light’s fingertips
for at least
a streetlamp’s slumber

He saw green
in glass bottles
And green on the rug
When he hit the floor
knees first right
before left

A mountain

reduced to

a house of cards
Written by
Jacob Singer
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