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found between the couch cushions with some lint, and 36 cents

Posted on April 1, 2017 by whimsygizmo

.. , this poem is a long lost song on tip of tongue, a memory rising as mist or smoke. a broken bottle scattered, not yet smoothed to sea glass. the jagged syllables of a name that once mattered. a … Continue reading →

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