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Between the Lines
Dust gathered
Cracked open
Poems read
Words inside my head
Small perfect dried flowers
Pressed between the pages
Frozen with the original intention of beauty
I don't remember why they became a part of that particular book
But there they will stay
Until the next uncalculated look between the lines
May they be other eyes
(c) 2009 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (8 Feb)
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