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Frosting roses atop her cake
Closing her eyes, a wish to make
Next year will be for her own sake
This slice she will not eat
Her preferences she will not fake
The roses are too sweet
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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