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May 2020
Bricks.
we missed each other like bricks,
talking into navels.

each sighting uneven.
always just leaving.

somehow we made home,
kissed bellies,
and met.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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