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five

3 Responses to “five”

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   20 May 2011 at 8:11 am y

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   why does the
   afternoon buckle
   up with longing?

   where does the ache go
   to die?

   how does loss make
   everything a mere
   memory?

   at which moment can
   we stop holding
   our breath?
   .
   20110520:0807
   y
2. 

   23 May 2011 at 1:25 am dantrewear

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   still holding mine, after this poem…
   happy Monday
   – Dan
   • 

     23 May 2011 at 7:24 am y

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     aww…thank you! happy Monday to you, too!

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