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Sep 2014
my well has begun to dry
the water seeping through the growing cracks
burrowed by the little mice
who carry away the pieces of my structure
allowing the seepage to continue on
until all that's left is dust and bone
my tongue of sand
weighted against formerly flowing words
drowning on the dryness
of severed ties
the water disappoints
now surely i must leave
found this hiding in my papers when I moved - no date
Kassel D
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Kassel D  Ontario, Canada
(Ontario, Canada)   
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