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Apr 2016
I could see him thinking
at the top of his lungs
as desolation seeped
from the wounds
in my belly

Murky water revealed
the shadows we’d tried to escape
while giant mayflies
struck
our bitter, fragile limbs
K Lynn
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K Lynn
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