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Garden Hose

Coiled up like a garden hose, Lying dormant on the basement floor. These paints, they run together, Greens and Blues, blend forever. Your life was wasted as the colors delve: into a poem... into a well... Into the concrete that's become your home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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