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Sep 2019
The name of our love
is Untitled. She is young,

still, and dances. She wants
to be more, wants to

Project

but her tides are always
out tides. She is

the only moon
shut-in, boxed-up, hemmed;

her light-shadow kisses
against your midnight door.
Rohan P
Written by
Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
(M/Pacific NW)   
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