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These are, for the most part, poems.
Sunday, 2 October 2011
lady
standing on tip toes, atop dry ice glaciers that dip,
sinking almost half below, the rigmarole,
teetering,
like the parable of Marilyn Monroe,
pirouetting neatly, lost completely.
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