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October 28, 2008 at 5:17 am (Uncategorized) (, , , )

there is paper twisting in

her fingers, gold in her

hair. modern rapunzel with five

men weaved, collaboration at its finest.

cute button, smile sweet:

give me something tangible.

she felt his leaving wound her

like an echo. suddenly this

urgency, this fear of dying away

from home. hurry! rubber wings

and ringed grip to guide you

back to kitchen comfort wafting.

quick: gather your scattered

princes and pin them down;

tuck them in pockets familiar

to find upon your return.

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