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white tail deer

i still smell the warmth of the organs
that sticks crack underfoot with the terrible
coldsnap of a winter and opening the
cavity creates with blood a yellowstone
geyser equally old and faithful and
that near beating heart just a few breaths
past exhaustion still memorably warms frozen
hands but all the aesthetic and sensory
beauties fade compared to the better
than roses scent of life after death

for gary reed fenn

1 Jun 08

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 — hank

bujmp[ agaidn.
 — hank

wow, nice imagery. did i just see a puss volcano
reference here? i'm not sure but is this about mending
hurt feelings between friends reaffirming faithfulness
after one of them survived a quick shoulder-to-shoulder
stint with death?

i dunno but this is beautiful.
: )
 — fractalcore

or did he really die? sorry about your friend.
: )
 — fractalcore

or this might be an autopsy procedure, i'm
not sure.

but that's 5 bumps already, hank.
: )
 — fractalcore

great poem
 — unknown

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this commen was supsended by a moedartor ....
 — listen

nice last line
 — psychofemale