Subject: Mine is a solitary love
| Posted By: hazeydaze
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| Posted On: 11/27/2000 9:07 AM
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Quiet as Sunday
scattered crumbs
from Thursday's
pagan feast.
Still as the dead
cloistered
in the chill grip
of late November rain.
Mine
is a solitary love
gone gray. In need
of red and warmth
in need of burning
blue.
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