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Jun 2011
your mind is a map
of blue constellations
a secret language
and furrowed brows
you look past the film
with frosted eyes
one string to your being
and so back to mine
in spirit, in focus
a river of time
and one solid moment
and three blind bees
three sides to everything
lacking true substance
just a chest filled with warmth
that will feel, feel
everything
Rachel Strowbridge
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