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Dec 2018
In the pattern of shadows,
the chanter sings from the
memories of the birds.
Of swollen tears
and half-moon yearnings.

But I could see
the white of your neck.
As you lifted your hair to me,
to taste your standing form
and beauties slow curve.
Written by
Andrew Duggan
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   L B, PoetryJournal, Monika Layke and River
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