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SPRUNG
I can smell your alignment.
Crystal lattice
In striking formation.
I can feel you
With my nose,
Lungs expanding
Enlarging to behold
This ancient exchange.
Mind a flutter
Hope based
On your families'
Rudiments.
Like the smell of dirt.
I think I could taste
You.
If I tried.
Elusive bite.
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Monday, April 5, 2010
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