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Depression
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Darkness rose
from the palm of your hand
like scattered violet clouds
while dreams fell dim against
the bareness of your own white foot
Amber liquid burned away the shadow
No picture of this laughed
but folded over you
surreal and black... a snarled garment
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16-Apr-2001
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Dorothy Doyle Mienko
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