Forever Neeta
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Death
Death
The disheveled
wallet
flung
memory pages
like
the popcorn machine
crisp
minute
brown
i walk
through
a monochrome forest
a sun
no shadow
brief interlude
the dance of death.
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