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Saturday, January 10, 2009

Losing Summer

Cold and stark
and stripped bare
but oddly full
of more essential means,
the necessary ways
to move through this soul.
And close to admitting
I may only be meant
for the smaller things.

So close to seeing
you may not exist at all.
Posted by Shannon at 9:55 AM
Labels: poetry

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