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Jun 2019
bodies familiar in the hues
of a dying day
in the shadows, in the shade
blacks and grays,
indigos and jades

whispers muted in the last
gasps of light
our language,
words knit into the night
our vision, monochromatic --
your breaths,
the moon,
my static
Written by
Anna Skinner
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     ---, The uniVerse, A Simillacrum and Tom Harding
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