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Hairline Cracks

When I am so weary
of this world
and
     cynicism
         speaks through my
             eyes,
when desert summer
     sun cannot
         penetrate 
             this uninvited temperament    
and fear brushes
     my cheek on
         my way out
             the door,
I find
     yours 
to be 
the
only
     words
that crack 
     this
     weathered bark

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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