Influx-Outflux
my prosthesis
Sunday, September 28, 2008
turn it again
i hear you have a shoebox full of regrets,
of letters never sent
and a few feathers you picked up on the beach when you were little.
put me there, too.
ragdoll limp
and sunshine faded
below them all.
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