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Aug 2016
light foot, heavy chest
midnight stroll on that
dark alley path where
the moon flicked stronger
at our touch.

nothing like this can ever be
no matter the reality
it seems, even when onlyΒ Β 
trees whisper to me. Flocks
give me their tweets

even when the distance
eats me alive like a comet
entering the atmosphere,
I'll still be too small being
bigger than earth itself.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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