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By Camelia Lissenhold Date: 2010 Apr 22 Comment on this Work [[2010.04.22.23.22.13068]] |
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Your hands - With forearms running down like race tracks To meet the finish line of your wrists And veins that stand out in relief like some Bizarrely smooth set of interlocking mountain ranges - are the compass and quadrant that map the topography of my world. Show me the peaks. And the valleys. Fish in my waters. This territory we have reached Is uncharted. |