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1.21.2010

forgot about angels to remember the worms

her body:
an echo.

a murmur
rhyming with perfection.

could be an insect,
that i could love,

or,

an angel. i forget.




and then, i remember,
but where did she go?
Posted by wesle david at 5:18 PM
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