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HERO

poetry by Genevieve Callaghan

Friday, May 27, 2011

In the Garden

What was
that? Moving
in the
garden? As you
spoke so
earnestly? Between the
slow blinks born of
a few drinks with our
fellow, here, and
me?
I'm sure
I saw
the




Truth?




Although, no.
No.
I know
it couldn't be.
Posted by Hero at 7:45 AM

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