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PK Wakefield
Poems
Jun 2016
Untitled
there is, after all,
one thing
(after my breath)
–a star–
hung loose
and into the night
(which is my soul)
dreaming through
moist lips
and the cup of flower
a kissing of pale light;
the rough newness of rain;
and the smell softly afterward.
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