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A FUTURE AWAY A smile formed on the clock in poverty, she put a penny in the slit through my heart, dog voices and rolling leaves in passing. Some trinkets shook loose from the weather, I found one when the steam disappeared, she was sleeping by the sadness over a future away. Tents up around the canyon filled with skeletons watching fires, watching wars between mountains that were the bones of her pelvis. From Trouble In Close Sequence Copyright © 2002 by M.W. Albrecht |
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