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Anniversary falling Jaded Perfect

gently by Keri thommasen

blanket / ,
: The image in the stained-glass window glows with perfect
whiteness [it
winter shining on angelic features: shattered gold, red, orange, blue.
Saints and Saviour, almighty, glorified forever
Vi1,e)a1e(2)atzlale me | In colours on a mantle that make up you.

She lined up her finest silver,
polished its ornate swirls,
bundled them like asparagus
and placed them in a drawer.

icerinks Snow falls lightly outside the church as the wind tugs
a ici cles At her tightly wrapped scarf, tassels flailing, that covers half
A still-life calendar fluttered A pale white face

uiet With maroon-red lips
worn pages gasped for : Eyes bloodshot :
peaceful
breath pe peat
. 4 Breath like an angel’s streams in the frosty air:
her life was bound and circled light Flies her dark brown hair, darkangel there
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with a Noose of blackest ink. ia The path meets mud corrupted road she falters
rees The puddles glazed
shopping Wondering what she left behind
Warmth, a kind smile, a touch?
anger The masses teaming, squalling, screaming at you.

: To have your way,
parking Don’t take the pain

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Good art is not what LD Consumerism (oe ae
looks like, but what it does baking Who broke his own wrist.

to us." f ti Alone. The snow gliding down,
rantic ie
sliding gently across the slope of your face.

harried Soft, rosy-cheeked in the lamplight
. Twilight, stars, cold night
se Roy Azdak garish The wind so mean it bites.
A tear squeezes out
Of a tightly kept place.

Wo rd of th GC We eC k | She sees her reflection in nature's glass

Pauses for a moment
To contemplate -
Its value.

Surrebutter: 7 The puddle too shallow

It shatters beneath the weight of her gaze.

Leslie Allen

a) a plaintiff's reply to a defendant's rebuttal
b) a type of butter formed by insuring the cream is shaken for at least
7 hours or until your arm falls off, whichever comes first That barsly shined that night
d) insuring your life against accidental death or dismemberment in a Bandath the clouded
butter factory To make her face as quartz,
d) the way children are sure to turn what you say around so that they | Her tips a rose
are right and you are wrong ; ‘And eyes a smile ,
To chase away the might _
That tortures her that night?

Dare she look up
To the pale silver moon

‘uluo yeaM e pey osje ey ulebe usu} Ing

‘TeyINGeuNs yeam eB peY jnure;d aU, “a1 feyNGes sjUepUAaap e oO} Ajday sjynUIEId e (e

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