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Published: 2010-05-29 22:15:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 101; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 2
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The wind was a tendrilcoming from a slender secret crack
growing dark and wild.
It consumed the song of the summer evening
Burning and slicing his dry skin
with a shower of glass.
It wanted to see him stagger
through red days' people
like a bruised morning.


