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Sep 2015
he refuses to pretend-
that stops me hard in my summer sidewalk tracks
his voice creates mountains in my chest
mountains my breath doesn't mind climbing

I refuse to question the sunrise anymore
a simple talk quickens the revelation
I can make dreams bring more mountains

because he refuses to pretend
I stopped, too

-c.j.
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