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Poems
Oct 2017
a death in the summer
late at night, you would call me
from beneath taffeta sheets
cellular glow races through mountain rock
straight to the heart
i never picked up
you never called again
(i miss your honeyed voice like i would a limb)
#random
#summer
#calls
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