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by Anne Di Baguette

Now the weaver bends the pull

With trippindary lights

And flickers out to taunt this fool

A push from various heights


One can rare recall the time

When breathing came as natural

I suck your offered salted lime

A minute to encapsule


To turn your water into wine

My ludicrous endeavor

Fill up this empty glass of mine

With bittersweet forever


Posted on 12/01/2017
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