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Thursday, July 5, 2012

A fleeting moment

utterance of dissonance

leave our lips
                        hanging thin

faded snapshots
                        we are

forgotten gestures of skin


A poetry prompt from The Sunday Whirl. Although, I only used seven of the words.

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  1. JulesJuly 6, 2012 at 1:00 PM

    For some reason this reminds me of an Elephant's graveyard with sun dried bones. Well wordled.
    My snapshot is here:
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/07/sw-wordle-63-wedded-bliss.html

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