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Opus 57

Born
down,
roughed up.
Enchanting
stories of music
penetrating deepest cracks of
holes in self made from Beethoven’s most ugly temper
simmering in baby blue bed.
Mother tears apart
confidence.
Drowning.
Red
seas.

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This entry was posted on June 2, 2011, 7:25 am and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by pattisj on June 2, 2011 - 8:52 am

    But shining on…

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on June 3, 2011 - 6:27 am

      Yes! As a “Crazy Diamond!” Thank you for reading and commenting Pattii!

      Reply

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