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Jan 2016
when the sky saw your eyes i thought it was a floodplain, but you lifted up my chin and had an anerism. the sky came in folds.

once you said it, i knew it was chance;
and the torrent would climb up the bridge
to the rug in my stomach
well
Emily Snow
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Emily Snow  WI
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