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books of love tucked under my arms sweat from my armpit on their covers because the wind is not with me i walk on an open field and trip on a rock a image of falling only to kiss the hot hard earth i get up, and wipe the dry soil from my lips 02/27/09
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 2:11 AM UTC
returning the books
books of love tucked under my arms sweat from my armpit on their covers because the wind is not with me i walk on an open field and trip on a rock a image of falling only to kiss the hot hard earth i get up, and wipe the dry soil from my lips 02/27/09
(a renga with e. , many moons ago)
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 2:11 AM UTC
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