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Confetti (Free verse) by Caducus

I held confetti how I used to hold your finger when your arms were my loom, a hundred burials ago. Your groom smile greeting, killed me. It killed your little girl. Making me bury you on your wedding day, with a nine year old girl and her brother that you once held like her, and now unfurled, as daughters confetti. I held my husband how you used to grip my finger and I cry in his arms how I did in yours a hundred burials ago.

Caducus 5-Sep-07/5:24 AM
Nice one Rich I'll make the changes and add em to the tetto site. How's the HIAB?




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