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Oct 2012
If I was in love,
with being loved,
breaths that covet the tang of your own
standing in stadiums, feeling alone
(waxing poetic, Sappho for the straight girl)
I would not love you, appositive.
For I do not miss hearing,
(I was always too close for believing)
but the rhythmic lap of my own words
(I love you, appositive)
Effortless, slipping from my heart
like a hollow ship on an airy sea
to Ithaka (you) from Ilion (me).
Allena Faith Simone Staples
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Allena Faith Simone Staples  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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   --- and vircapio gale
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