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Ron
Sometimes a goodbye seems a bee's done buzzing earily: purrs in hair, furred for the sting. Fear's then a hurt-leap. Time comes in like the words Sit down. Your nerves reverses. - Fanny Howe
Ron
Small silver face out of the gray I call it a deer in a phantom forest Baader-Meinhof with a future Smoke of assassination Burning of oil Maybe it's trees that have broken away Or clouds... More »
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