Diary Of A Poem / Diary Of A Painting
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Prose refuted:

struck, the blank hour stays
struck—an indoor resolution
and most merciless of all
the colors we tweaked together

prose refuted:

rumor slides across rumor
each remembers to search my morning suspect

she loves the sound of breaking chains.

 

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