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frisked madness
by Philip F De Pinto
your language sighed
a lost wax process
a frisked madness
tender traipsing
of poured excesses
in the bronze cast of me
which featured no pedestal
save a moon and eloquence
and tension in the wires
bared repeating beyond
ephemeral comprehension
01/16/2013 Posted on 01/16/2013
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