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May 2013
some days
I want to stretch out my small, dry hands
and touch the length of the world

other days
I wish it all fit into an old shoebox
tucked quietly beneath my bed
-
I've never touched an ocean
without a snap of sensation
loosening my coarse skin

but even if the world was my hiding place
and my hands could touch eternity


yours would be forever out of reach
James Fate
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James Fate  Earth
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   --- and Megan Grace
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