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Indiscretion
I. The sun still counts minutes With shadows grazing the bridge of your nose Your irises rest in the shade of two o’clock A lone bird demands attention at the tip of a solar flare. Ringlets tousle in a head pivot Suddenly it is six The white ring on your itching wrist darkens There is…
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My Friend Bill
I let him mourn too long, It was my mistake, I thought I would be generous, Understanding, forgiving, Be not letting him forget so easily. They all told him To move on and find another I felt I was the only one Who understood, That there would be no other Like her, for him. So…