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Diamond Of Possibility

Posted on November 26, 2013 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

Gathering things into piles
we’ll sort tomorrow
is how our lives
grow dusty,
how all the facets
in the diamond of possibility
lose their luster, dim,
and wink out.

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