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CeriseRed Aug 2016
Red drips down my pen
Along the passages of my sorrow
Within the lines of my emptiness
I ended up with your name
Whit Howland Mar 2020
where roads winded
and doubled back
on each other

and dark
gray clouds
roiled


a life
serpentine
and tempestous

but we edit as
we go

Whit Howland © 2020
Abstract word art.

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