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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.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Hitler Weeps

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Scriptor said...

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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