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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Untitled [Deafened Headstruck Fetters]
Deafened, headstruck fetters;
I no longer hear his love-song chord.
Brittle heart pieces soften over again
To dream his lips against mine
I quiver with infertile craving.
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