Monday, April 30, 2012

cancer  - 
his spaul bleds:
angels' weengs sprootin




cancer  -
his shoulder blades:
angels' wings sprouting
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3 comments:

  1. Magyar7:16 PM

    A sense of sadness, and I the unknowing.

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  2. Gillena Cox4:04 AM

    sad and futuristic;

    a candle -
    burns bright for every soul
    heaven bound

    much love...

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  3. Frank...6:52 AM

    A very poignant poem, John...

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