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Dec 2019
The room is empty but not vacant.
She is curled,
a density without
Weight

When the ring comes,
It is felt by
a thread that tried at
Something else

In the empty
that something else...
Tugs

Your call is a reminder
Of how we moved

But you can’t pull the weightless

Don’t you see?
When we moved
You moved something foreign.
B., I hope it's not so
as I think it is.
Written by
Mac Baker
120
   Bogdan Dragos
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