Churning like warm butter
Churning like ice cream
hands quicken
my fragile
breath…
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A day, an hour
drew fine points of light
in a fine memory
of
Wedding Bells ’08
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Cutting deeper
are your words
no longer pensive
sharp pencils
jabbing your forgive me letters
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