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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Hangman - V

You geared up to touch her
with your existence and waited
like a lighted matchstick
for its fire to be extinguished
but your presence was an illusion
gone wrong. You fret about the end.
Posted by Autumn at Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Labels: pffa, poetry, seven-seven

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