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Jul 2011
the light outside your
window casts a shadow
as deep as some canyon
across the plains of my
body.

i labor my breaths
as if you are the weight
pressing against my lungs.
the train barreling down
my spine

running on tracks
struck between what
i’ve given up for you
and what i’ll lose
either way.

we are riding this out
until it’s done.
and then we’ll just
leave it alone.
Written by
Scott Swanger
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