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Leontia Flynn
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In the silver-greydark of your room
your hands are still
nothing is moving
the blinds are drawn
but over and over
the stars rush forward
on your screen-saver.
© 2006, Leontia Flynn
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In the silver-greydark of your room
your hands are still
nothing is moving
the blinds are drawn
but over and over
the stars rush forward
on your screen-saver.
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