Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Crying Jag
Snow rose looking up!
Lower layer of quiet not at all peaceful,
ominous ghost of contentment, still
I smiled which was necessary. Nothing
wrong with anything but
the delicacy of eyeskin, rubbed raw
and looping, cause and effect unclear.
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