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| Nov. 25, 2001 ] 1:55 PM | |
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Where trees of Indian ink run Skeletal limbs upwards Into the rice paper blue of the morning light Pinpoint the cusp of that flood The pale washed moon floats Half alive The morning star has smashed its head A mace that broke the fragile planetoid. 5th draft. The original draft was three different poems tacked together. I have shortened this to create something entirely new. |
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