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Sep 2018
we left behind
gated, frosting footsteps:

a pulsing night, pulling
in and out of colour:

you were an
outlined track on our
palms: a myriad of
our voices tangling
as rubber wires:

a crystal in our cloudless breath,
an art i couldn't limn.

you were brittle
and warm: i still

shivered as i brushed
your shoulder.
I think I realise something for the first time:

you're a person I've never met,
but whom I've seen a thousand times.
Rohan P
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Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
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