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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

DONNA DESMARTEAUX-GIRARD

Shaken, Not Stirred

My bones need to rattle
a test of their ageing strength,
the bits that chip off
no longer a part of who I am.
They scatter around my feet
    like pure tiny crystals,
absorbed into the firm ground
to disappear forever.

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