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March 21, 2013

The soft moss swimming;

It is the dying spirit.

Desiring, I hide.

below the green wick

i cry.


Pink shore, serene breeze.

The flat, upright sparkle shines.

Lost moon, velvet spirit.

i lay lost in nudity,

serenity in the night sky


Walk, swim. With blunt leaves

Wither, decline. With sharp flames

Write, fade: fluttering.

fluttering away, like

a lost dandelion

fly, flying away


Purple, tender, falling,

Your eyes sits. A mermaid arises,

Declining, shining.

atop a stone mound,

in the city park lot.


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