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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She use to wear her sleeves like the fold of the arches that drew an impasse between the city and the countryside Her eyes dimmed with the sorbet night the knees quiet soul laid upon her front porch like the ides of march Along the path The runners passed their shirts off with the summer haze sweat pouring, like water from the storms drain leaking onto the pavements wet craft Her knees buckled every so often the tinge of the backstreets corner moved the bottom fringes of her dress just east of the mountains that drew near her home Cotton sleeves identical to her mothers woven in its cotton braids just like the street lanes that crossed into the cities quite stride. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Cool Write, my friend... j |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
J - Thanks, man. Cheers |
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