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| Day 7 prompt for National Poetry Month, 2015
I
look forward to the maps on my face,
trails of everywhere I have been
States,
countries, life sentences,
and hope filled rivers in the dents of my cheeks
A
head full of snow covered mountain peaks,
above the clouds at daybreak
My
orchard limbs to become petrified wood
while outstretched en baile flamenco
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Thursday, April 9, 2015
Earth: National Poetry Month Entry
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