Shoestring Poetry
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Sunday, September 6, 2009
SaWing
These inches right between us
keep turning to the left,
I keep turning round
but I always miss the theft.
I'm pierced straight through
but refuse to bleed.
Keep your satisfaction,
I mop the floor with me.
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