by Richard Wink
Half in love with strange noir scenes
moths flutter
instead of butterflies
paranoia is replaced by mystery
Stupid graces
muttered humming
scared
feasting from apprehension
the hassle
and ease that a hand
glides over marble
January 26, 2009
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