Full Time Poet
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
.135
your lips curl up & purse
like tasting sour sauce
when my name
comes up in
casual conversation.
there is something so wrong
about becoming a quitter -
another -
when everything is pure gold -
withered and survived.
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