The Back Page Thought Progression 2(b)

Scratching my eye usually brings a tear, but not today for some reason. Perhaps I was meant to see something important during that second of undisturbed vision. I remember seeing some curtains. Curtains? Curtains mean absolutely nothing!

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Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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