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2/22/11

Great Strides

"We venture into
the vast forgetting."
Were your last words
before you stormed
out indignantly.

I shouted poems after you:
"I take four great strides
into the nothingness.
Then I turn back and
see what I have done,
what I have done.

"I take four great
strides into the nothingness.
And I rub your nose in it."
Posted by rrrrrrray at 2:46 PM

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