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Jul 2019
You take everything
she said,
everything.
I thought long and hard
about all the things I had
and all the things that
I can barely touch
and all the things that collect dust
and I thought about her fingers
reaching for things she thought
I held over her head
reaching up out of the waves
of the shadow her heart slept in.
im having a rough week
Ed C
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Ed C  22/NYC
(22/NYC)   
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     Fawn, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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