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Liz Anne
Poems
Aug 2014
Cave
The fine fine
fine
wrinkle of your lips reflected
refracted
in the passing light
sight
of a carside window pane
pain
in the heat of a copper glowing
growing
like fruit after the flower dies
cries
in the narrow cave of your eyes.
Written by
Liz Anne
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