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Apr 2018
seeds) buried
in the mordant sunshine;
they) told you the sun
would hold you—setting the
soil and the moon.
they) told you the sun
would bury you—cutting the
glassy afternoon.
Rohan P
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Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
(M/Pacific NW)   
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