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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Fast Day 375 August 23 2014 Lonely Roads

 Lonely Roads

sadness falls like confetti; obscures the road:
where we wept so much; there's hardly a tear now:
I have grown weary; overcome with life:
a smell! taste! O, smile!


sapphics writ 11/11/11/5 syllables with a break in each line between clauses.

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