the harrow

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© 2001 Sarah Smiles
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Blue-black edges
of a marked, scuffed smile,
is forced from a hard reality.

Crushing bruised desire-
enclosed, embraced, encrusted;
a bloody wounded love.

Smoldering fragrant memory,
fecund organic mass,
is just a forged conception.

My patience, stretched
beyond recognition, is an umbilical
of memory, or experience.

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