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May 2014
We lay just as still
as two paper cranes
unfolded,
marked
by small droplets.

how you have taken
such eloquent forms
must be an act of god,
or maybe just
a slide of hand.

Only because
there is a strong sense
of impermanence,
or complacence

upon what ever expression
you are making to me now.
Quick poem.
Jory
Written by
Jory  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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