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my heart, your junk

Posted on February 22, 2011 by | Comments Off on my heart, your junk




my heart, your junk
and then across the farm point bridge.
Frankie lays watch on an eerie untouched hill
each rusting souvenir, chest forward, head strong,
remains unmovable, proud and lost, in Alcove.

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