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Monday, July 21, 2008
GERM OF MERCY
Tiny, imploded bloom. Shrapneled petals. Hands clasped asunder. In our smiles are a riotous extinction. In our turning away, water we cannot cross, though our thirst for it saves us. Your hand could be my hand, but every palm opens empty. What small mercy still lends me something to say?
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