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"i don't think this next poem needs any introduction-- it's best to let the words speak for themselves"- Billy Collins, in his poem, "The Introduction."
7.14.2004
paradise, lost
the other night, a moth was drawn to the light of my window
and a spider's web was stretched across her porthole to paradise
the sky was black
and the moth was the color of clay
her struggle was brilliant
i closed the blinds
and her paradise was lost
and a spider's web was stretched across her porthole to paradise
the sky was black
and the moth was the color of clay
her struggle was brilliant
i closed the blinds
and her paradise was lost
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