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magnets on a lamp
As the moon stare sordid.
The words drip from an icicle and thicken
to a honey consistency before they hit my forehead.
A metaphor for a metaphor.
How poetic.
Published 8th Mar 2012
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8th Mar 2012 2:17pm
