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Flood,
the living garden escape
poetry, short stories, faerie tales, and other such writings...
1.19.2010
Wendy-bird
Friends with the pillows. It's the way her eyes get close,
then, get closed (as though too exposed).
Glitter explodes, and flys from eyelids to toes.
Two toes that could touch, and then clutch through dirt roads.
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