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October 17, 2015

reading books as if by tactile
words splinter off to stab you with thoughts
crinkle the paper-milled page with every turn
release the stench of life

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4 Comments
  1. October 17, 2015 08:02

    “The stench of life.”
    You’ve nailed it VL.

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  2. October 17, 2015 08:08

    where the period doesn’t stop its progress . . .

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  3. Lola Elvy permalink
    October 18, 2015 05:47

    I like this photograph, too; great image, with the parking sign positioned right in front of the crosses. There’s something small and almost ironic feeling about it.

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