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Jun 2014
For when you
pace the way
the words
pause, accent,
and stress,
you add to
ideas
which stand
fine on
their own
terms.
And the words
will never breathe.
And the breath
shall be that
which makes
you and that
eye which scans,
one and whole
or making love.
Written by
Renal End
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