BROKEN SMILE
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Can’t hear the voice
Of every dripping
Shadow of chase.
Standing here
Emerald plate
Of every whisper
The wind had tell.
A smiley silver
Studs of coil
Shape their dream
In foggy plate.
Told by shrieking
Spark of tale,
A swaying bobcat
But coud not feel…..03-18-06
Can’t hear the voice
Of every dripping
Shadow of chase.
Standing here
Emerald plate
Of every whisper
The wind had tell.
A smiley silver
Studs of coil
Shape their dream
In foggy plate.
Told by shrieking
Spark of tale,
A swaying bobcat
But coud not feel…..03-18-06
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