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Jun 2017
inversion (n.)

is the word for
that feeling when
the cold air sweeps underfoot
at dusk in the park
and for a moment I can imagine
the asphalt path
isn't a path
but a river
deep and eternal
carrying me forward
into the night
and up
towards the stars
sarah fran
Written by
sarah fran  cincinnati, oh
(cincinnati, oh)   
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     Jeffrey, Weeping willow and ---
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