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About This Poem
petals and violins
upon the shade
stone spider sits,
hungry as the morning wind
cricket will come along
with violin legs
painting songs
one the same as the next-
on petal street,
there eyes will roughly meet
at the intersection of life-v-death...
bent violins beneath the feet
saited as the evening wind...
upon the shade
stone spider sits
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