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A Poem by Cassidy Mask

A LITTLE CROOKED.

OUT OF TOUCH, AGAIN.

OUR NOSES PRESSED

TO GLASS

WE STIFLE LAUGHTER

MEANT FOR ONES

WE’VE LEFT BEHIND.

YOUR WORDS IN A LETTER

AND THE WAY THE

PAPER TORE.

ABSTRACT PATTERNS

I’LL FORGET

TO RECALL.

© 2012 Cassidy Mask

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Added on December 18, 2012
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Cassidy Mask

Singapore

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I'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more..

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