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You know my body better than anyone. the way my back hangs like a hook, arched for you to snatch the weight away, the wave goodbye as I play dead, the smile I pay the sun.
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- On the water nothing comes up but night and day.
- A tree swallows another stone.
- A box plays a song in circles.
- The river shrinks her body, a fish floats away.
- Your wedding ring.
- A string trail.
- Her dress unraveled.
- It is not a foreign god; the colored mind becomes ...
- Questions to animate the corpse of our beliefs, th...
- These thoughts were not recorded
- They are drifting seeds,
- winged animals
- nesting
- in your mind.
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