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October 21, 2017 at 2:15 pm Leave a comment
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I have so often
reached for your image,
like some child
for a candle’s flame…
But as i suck
my scorched fingers, i
find myself reaching
yet again.
Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, poetry, voices. Tags: image, poetry from voices.
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