Monday, April 02, 2018

Songs to Mina II

Wee, mighty, and half connected
Torn, read, forgotten, memorizing of the monologue
And the breaks flagged by our mark
At this proofread, commentating, worn
Where lines are faded by perpetual mark ups

Wee, mighty, and half grieving from the beauty
Within bolded text
Printed in margins, on the edges

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