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My Gift Of Selfish Rain

"A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits" - R Heinlein

Monday, July 7, 2008

Aubade,

A cosmetic touch as such,
such as much evades us.
Trying to make meet the ends
a bit conspicuous by absence.
The erudite shall collide in mist
days she plays too hard to resist.
The moment denizens take her name,
all encapsulated in freeze frame.
Muted By Jalap. at 2:24 AM

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