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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3405 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Apartment H Emusing The pillow against the stucco wall hides your face from the light; the constant squeal of a night bird or is it a disturbing dream? An arm points to the floor; the heat of the room holds its own sorrow. When the light turns off the moon makes the sound of rainwater. Your lips are full skin brown wet leaves I’ve touched your face but you don’t know it. |
