Spotted Poem by John Weber

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Fumbling in the dark
sometimes kicks a spark
like a flipped illusion
bending with confusion
to stretch that inky void
with whispers once enjoyed.

Saturday, February 27, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion,dark,sometimes
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John Weber

John Weber

Milwaukee, WI
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