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Sunday, February 22, 2009
frigid
careening off the sides of a red-heart
chasm saddled with the echoes of a thousand voices;
the sounds abound, they sweep across and wear the
cliff-face down
to shatter upon the rapid surge
eroding away, the ruined ground
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