It started as a poem every day for a year:
like a dance marathon crossed with a library sit-in.
Some poems are mine, many are not, all praise to the respective copyright holders.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Valentine's Day: One for the Exes
Old Love
Adelaide Crapsey
More dim than waning moon Thy face, more faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow, Thou ghost... thou ghost.
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