Tiffany
IN THE QUIET AIR
IT LINGERS
LANGUID AND LONELY
HOVERING ABOVE ALL
A WHISPER
A SUBTLE STIRRING
I AM BECOMING
WISPY
WAITING
SUSPENDED IN TIME
A MEMORY AWAY.
2004
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