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Sep 2022
I can trace the impression of your knuckles in the walls
and the bruises on your skin
remembering the seasons
but tonight I'll kiss your fists open
let them bloom into long trembling fingers
in this house spring comes so rarely
LH Dillard
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LH Dillard  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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