Phosphenes
n. The stars and colours you see when you rub your eyes.
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Wednesday, 10 October 2012
24 Jars
Out of twenty four
There was left not one more
On the flat
By the crack
That's where they went
Back
To a fraction of a whole
They fell, did not roll
The ground they hit
And were instantly split
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Yvette
10 October 2012 at 23:28
Love this poem......
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Love this poem......
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