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My Compass
        by zzbaggins  (zzbaggins@Writing.Com)
My Compass

lies broken on the floor like a wine glass shattered tossed
into the fireplace as if in celebration of something I cannot
comprehend the cold needle is stuck due west north west
not magnetic north where I want to explore the wilderness

Jeffrey Spahr-Summers
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