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Nov 2018
naked flesh ripped swiftly
from the edges of our imagination
you were a breath i couldn’t catch
nor hold onto
and if you ever decide to come back
i’ll surely hold you
to my chest for a minute
and let you enter my blood
loud as thunder with stars burning
that dreams can leave
such a terrible foreboding
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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   Alyce Black
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