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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Ash In

The jar made of
beloved china,
above my fridge;
out of my reach;
away from loot;
it, I forsook.

Such are flames that
burned; only shrinks
into a small spark.
Gentle enough
to lure a sole
moth.
Charles Ho
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