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Written November 19, 2001
sucked through elbowed, stripéd straws,
paper twisted, knotted, torn asunder,
I am milk traversing the nasal passages of a soul.
laughter spilts me,
and briny tears are hard-pressed away,
away...
spoil me not with un-muted melancholy.
I will strengthen you.
absorb me into your brittle bones,
embrace the foamy balm that soothes and heals,
licking the wounds away,
away...
E-mail me at:Smileycarli@yahoo.com