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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

?

The train of possibilities

ran its course

as you looked at me intently

from across the door

Monday, April 2, 2012

we run

the ambition when we
started the race; the gallops and
one more breath; escaped

(
and we felt young again
pushing the threshold
of an imaginary battle
)

against an unreachable sunset
that tainted; in red the salty droplet
smashing against; the gravel