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Friday, April 20, 2012
Refine
Refined,
sifted down,
to the very dust that built you up.
Defined,
all you are,
by the colour and the taste.
Maligned,
this is true,
in the public press of passing thought.
Refined,
sifted down,
to the coal-black dust
you are.
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