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May 2015
We sat together, dew seeping into our pants

      Or rather, I did, with my cellphone, at a boundless distance from you

Waiting for each other to indulge in the known conversation we were to have

      Or rather, I was, and I’d finished the conversation already in my head

The constellations conceded as gilded witness

      Or rather, it was streetlights

As I delved into uncertainty
5/10/15
Meagan Moore
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Meagan Moore
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