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Mar 2019
How surreal -
the wind
rustled itself
into my hand
as I spoke
to the girl
across the sea.

She could
hear it
as it purred
in the cup
of my palm.
It followed
me for blocks,
voweled
& agitated.

But nothing
could tear
my ear
from the girl
and her laugh.
Evan Stephens
Written by
Evan Stephens  44/M/DC
(44/M/DC)   
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