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Jan 2019
I sense a mass within my chest
It swells - subsides - and half confess
I fail to read - this foreign tongue
And so it beats - and so I guess

Until a night the walls collapsed
And Drowned us all in shapeless mess
Within the noise - I spied a Shade
Observing in - a foreign dress
Z R M
Written by
Z R M  Cambridge, MA.
(Cambridge, MA.)   
65
   Fawn
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