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Aug 2016
a spartan room

you on the futon
me on the floor

flashing lights
from the street

from the shadows
you blinked in

and out
soundlessly

your toes curled
the ceiling rippled

without words
we were  

caught in between
I saw you

seeing me
not in those splashes

but in those caverns
of absence
Swanswart
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Swanswart  Palm Springs
(Palm Springs)   
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