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Going Home
What am I to do with this rambling novel, epic of small details, connected by sinuous threads of memory- Flashbacks poorly crafted of empty places, empty words, empty people? The plot just wanders 'til another chapter ends, and I set the book aside until I must open it again, Even with a bookmark, I cannot find my place. First Place: Decayed Poetry Contest Sept. 2005
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