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Sunday, February 22, 2009

#3

a little white

house lingers

in
my memory

of that

little white house i dream

every night

the
little boy rows

what
does the body


become?
expression stays longer than

bone turns to

powder easier than

and only teeth

remain.
Posted by caroline at 9:45 PM
Labels: poetry, thesis

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