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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Hangman - III

You scribbled words on paper
like spreading jam on bread
and bit the eraser off
your pencil like biting
into bacon bits. You wished
you had tea leaves in your coffee
so you could see the hope
you'll need to butter up the void.
Posted by Autumn at Saturday, January 10, 2009
Labels: pffa, poetry, seven-seven

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