by Andrew Harrell
The great hunt
ended in agony
for the man.
He held his own hand,
and wept, only a little,
for his son,
who was elsewhere.
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Thursday, December 26, 2013
Thursday, January 19, 2012
FACE
by Andrew Harrell
The few simple shapes that make a face.
Only a matter of perception.
Only a matter of existence.
I lied about reading your letter.
The few simple shapes that make a face.
Only a matter of perception.
Only a matter of existence.
I lied about reading your letter.
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