these are the timesdirty beloved
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2.8.04

Speak, Zero

...The dolls washed up on shore not far from here
and the wild horses who come and lick their faces


There is nothing definite about you
but you happen in detail


From finches we take feathers for our hats
From us they take hair for their nests...


Mary Ruefle
Verse Daily
Jun.00.04

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