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in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self
  
"somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I
  
could,they would somehow
not Be real"
(so he smiles
smiling)"but I will not
  
everywhere be real to
you in a moment"
The is blond
with small hands
  
"& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing"
  
(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)

Added: 19 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 6 Jul 2008 2:22 AM | Viewed: 8114 times

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