goldfinch - full to brimming

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full to brimming Sunday, January 09, 2011

who knew that your feet smelled like romance?
the pebbles here write stories
in the guts of bugs
on your arches.

revving as a broken bird,
i twist asleep before the grey
attacks.

full to brimming, the only option is
oh well.

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