3/5/17

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Get your beautiful face off of my wall.
Drink of whatever fountain
catches your attention.
In a past life, I was a didgeridoo.
I had all the latest nukes
and cucumber salad was more to-the-point
than any dish I’d savored.
My dream is to one day love you
to my heart’s content, but
the distance casts a rock-like shadow
between your point A and my point B.
Guess I’ll see you in the ether-ridden dawn,
in the awful prospect
of no-tomorrow.

-r. miller

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