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Dec 15, 2008 12:34

I should be pressed to the palm until absorbed,
born again from the cuticle, hardened to guard the fingertip,
to be a part of but not to feel when it glances some skin
or presses into the flesh of a fruit whose
juice then pools over it-
sticky, viscous, sweet-

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myjaroftears March 18 2009, 08:53:50 UTC
This small poem is beautiful. I really, really enjoyed reading it.

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