Sunday, June 16, 2013

From The Nocturnal Prisons Comments

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Lost marbles in the playroom that opens
At one end to a field without end, and to the canal
That doesn’t exist,
Evaporated ribbon, like promises
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Robert Rorabeck
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Robert Rorabeck

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