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Jun 2014
throw a stone
hear it
ricochet

push
the dusty moths
into
my sad
sad
mouth

with the curve
that mirrors
the moon

and hear
the music
that flows
from my fingertips

rhyming
with disharmony

silver wings
falling
like rain

i will catch one
if you do too
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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   Tomas Denson
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