If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Cleaning House

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Friday, August 7, 2009

Cleaning House

Out with the trash, yesterday’s news, cleaning house, and paying my dues. Doors locked, home not open, invitation only, after the moppin’. Windows washed, eyes -- dry as a bone, holes in the wall, patched and gone. Mirrors with old reflections, removed and discarded, ghosts, given their free passage... Sign in to see full entry.

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