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Though the world keeps turning fast as a whip My heart slackens and wobbles; Blood trickles and sifts Tsunami recoils Quickening pulse To snap her fist. Narcissus Retiring not skulking away, at last retreat From the feathery grasses silkily sliding in aquafingers’ grasp.
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I will make this comment, the link with the name Hitler appeared within this blog over the holiday season (dec. '16-Jan. '17)---it links to a magazine named Moderate Voice---this is OK with me, I mean thanks very much and I hope you liked my poem!!
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