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…and you feel a distance
once this sun reaches our land

like your childhood

there are matches
burn these leaves
and unfolded notes

I can’t come back here
like a dandelion
pulled from its roots

and we kneel
like your body
when I wish

it was my body

at midnight
we are carried away
by your breath


Posted 12/28/12
This is a piece from a much larger manuscript.
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