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May 2020
here we are, dangling
our feet over the edge
of the meantime,
here we are, sitting
on the edge, dangling
our feet over, letting
the cracked skin of our
fingertips skim the surface
of the meanwhile, waiting
for our reflections to break
all in Illinois
Em Glass
Written by
Em Glass  26/NY
(26/NY)   
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