by Bobbie Troy
fragments of time
surround me
like a shroud
filled with tiny monsters
that pick at my flesh and bones
until there is nothing left
but the fragments of time
seeking another target
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May 3, 2010 -- JUne 28, 2015
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Somber but with your customary delicate wording. Well done!
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ReplyDeleteJeanette Cheezum
Thank you, Saideh and Jeanette!
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