The Smoking Mirror
Poetry, Fiction, and whatever else comes to mind
Friday, September 7, 2012
Creep up the skin and take the mouth.
Give it words, give it prayers,
that do not feel too cruel for
flesh, that do not stagnate
nor go quietly
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