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Recluse

By January 15, 2012January 22nd, 2016Writing

Such skill
at making captive
the fresh breath
of the past:
flowers unwilting
before one’s eyes,
gibbering stiffly
on sad struts
and casting off
pins and thread.
Such skill
that hides
when spoken of
and would deny
its ransom
and its worth.

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