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Blip of prose (8/17/10)

August 15, 2011

I am an ear to the world, but deaf.  Time stutters around me in shivering strokes.  When they smile, I see it only from the reaches of a cold pool.

No one is ever getting out.  They glide but they do not know who I am.
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