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The Nacreous Oughts

02 February 2012


     12.
honking labradoodle
inkoj
soft signs sort
would that my pocketbook
were like this drainous sinus
filled soon as emptied
& my hands that will now smell of coffee
reach safe harbor in the cool pale waters
of your flesh
& you smile at me
& our future's not touch & go


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