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Scars

by Susan Cowger 6 Comments

Making love in a
thousand dif’rent darknesses
old scars look like frost
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April 2, 2009 , darkness, love, Scars Blog

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  1. Craig Schafer says

    May 6, 2009 at 7:23 am

    April 2frosty flakes facing
    days of old do i dare tell
    them it is not cold

    i get it this is
    easy so i could do this
    all month long today
    April 2, 2009 6:23 PM

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  2. Craig and Bethany says

    April 3, 2009 at 5:54 am

    padded whorled soles
    whisk my children into spring’s
    white thaw tractionless

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  3. Susan Cowger says

    April 3, 2009 at 3:45 am

    Hi Chazzzz–very nice!

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  4. Charles Fishburn says

    April 3, 2009 at 3:15 am

    hail stings my fingers
    outstretched to receive their due
    basking in the pain

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  5. Craig Schafer says

    April 3, 2009 at 2:23 am

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  6. Pig Woman says

    April 2, 2009 at 9:16 pm

    So that’s what we call them now–“frost.” Ya, I’m good with that.

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