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Sep 2019
I rest unbent
in the dale below,

where birds perform aerial dances
in the after-light of a sleeping sun.

Every night
my eyes break

as heedless air carries my body
above a cotton sea
into strips of honeyed sky.

Every night
I ask the stars

still hiding

how to fall
and see the earth.
ATL
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ATL  23/M/MA
(23/M/MA)   
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