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they creep into here
these days

with a limp handshake
feigned firm, clammy with doubt

shuffle-nudge to the front
intent left murmuring
vacant, with promise

parsing hope from hopeless
than accept regret’s festering hand

between now and the end, wonders
few or many, which remain

glh

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Written by glh

January 5, 2011 at 17:39

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