Shoestring Poetry
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Sunday, July 13, 2008
Glow
Lying naked in my bed
I glimpse the face of war
then look back to stars
who aren't there anymore.
Golden light, peering in
doesn't see too far,
Night's been drinking heavily,
and left me with a scar.
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