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Posted by on Jan 4, 2013 in Poetry | 0 comments

the title was

it didn’t matter what the title was
because
no one would see it
shit

some things won’t be named
tamed
they write themselves
twelves
in and out like folding paper

taper
by the window burning
turning
down in one design
decline

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