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Hanging Silence

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HugQueen

Published: Nov 6, 2009

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The sky is only half-littered
(for our satellites have fallen)
with stars and my breath
(deep inside our chest)
isn't fogging up
(unhiding things our eyes would unsee)
the driver side window
(things we're unwilling to divest).

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Paddington-Owl

Nov 7, 2012

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