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Apr 01, 2008 19:28

the imp which guides the hand to its undoing

--of button & blouse--
it laughs at the unkept seconds of
plastic-wrapped wooing so known by body's tremors.

It laughs as body laughs,
and I laugh the loudest.

these days are numbered numbly, with a finger pointing dumbly at tomorrow's grey dew sky.

mm.
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