Thursday, May 6, 2010

We Wait For Love Comments

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We wait for love in thirsty dust, in dry heaving death,
We wait for love to sprout flypaper wings from nothingness,
To rise visible above fallow fields of dirt and cadavers.
We would promise that just over the horizon
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Patti Masterman
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