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almost

the swarm
of an evening's
black moisture,
a prenatal rain,
sopping chest hair;
the tire's rubber scythe
and plated rust.  the
white sheets laundered
formality, damp rest like
a forbidden blanket--
and there are plenty of those.

a car stops
— Quillsvein1, Sep 27, 2009

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