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Nov 2011
us
WE
are never gone. rip the sky apart
blue shreds, whistling in the wind
the carcass of a fallen world
(it lied.)
Nowhere is a myth,

WE ARE
in the sunlight streaming through
windows, branches, fingers, petals
(fragile) (but true)
in the trees
above, strong, tragic

WE ARE HERE.
you cannot listen,
but you can feel
Written by
Anne Mulrooney
463
   --- and Sean Winslow
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