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Apr 2018
ii.

the nighttime
nods and mourns to
the sounds of your breathing—
like a beacon of the sea, she feels
the pull of the moon, feels the
rising shadows of disunion

that mass of air, thicker
than the crust of the earth and
the layers of the ether;
you couldn’t remember how to smile or
laugh or cry—

you just sighed
at her.
part two
cry—
Rohan P
Written by
Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
(M/Pacific NW)   
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   --- and Mike Adam
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