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Sunday, December 28, 2008

anachronism

I held your uncertainty like a first kiss
and we teetered on the brink of security
scrawled verses onto our lips while
you embedded rhymes in my poetry
spelled out sonnets in archaic alphabets and
told stories that danced on the tip of my tongue;
searched for words like I need a body
anybody
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