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on my tangle with flowers
by Devon E MattysWhat fools are we
That let the baby's breath
Rasp and rasp
until it's choked
and has broken our spirits
by entangling itself in our own hair--
And now, as we tug,
The crackling rasps grow
Louder and louder
until finally
one of us lets go
and we, having fought with baby's breath
are left alone and bald.
10/02/2001 Posted on 10/02/2001
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