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I thought that you might say it but you…
/ I thought that you might say it, but you didn’t. / You won’t. A sentiment misred / then stutters, useless, like a dampened flint. / No fingers…
This time next month my garden will be fallow. / I will be older in the marked / way we age, my hair unnoticeably / longer. The leaves will have…
1. // A letter you nonchalantly put on the mantel / and forget about. This is sleep deprivation, adulthood: / the handwriting you have wondered…
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