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* the sun rests on my hair on a winter afternoon hours fleeting rushing into the calm evening not daring to go inside subtracting myself from grace I keep my head down bowed as I write between letters my emotions
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Writing Between Letters
* the sun rests on my hair on a winter afternoon hours fleeting rushing into the calm evening not daring to go inside subtracting myself from grace I keep my head down bowed as I write between letters my emotions
www.annamosca.com This poem is part of the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
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