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Monday, April 18, 2011
Miniatures 94 and 48
94.
ev’ry sentence sings
when she speaks
the simplest sibilant
syllable in soft
murmurring sighs
48.
I make these signs
when you read them
they are no more
you have become
one with them
fading into the mist
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