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Feb 2010
(take with)
falling slightly to smaller pieces when you leave
than when you're here my reach is
(both hands)
stronger and
the pieces stay in place.
not
shattered to a million pieces
(pull)
like clouds of dust in space, but
sections lumber clumsily
(over)
like stones rolled face to face.
(the head)
Written by
Nic Schlanger
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