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Sunday
14Sep2008

While Cleaning Out An Old Purse

a poem, written about this time two years ago:

each on another
coffee stained sort of color
nicotine like fit--
twenty oz. morning.
awake as a state of grace,
chemicals flowing.
dehydrated lips
sting with each sip
burning tongue tip.

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