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May 2020
My limbs
Folded
Beneath,
I bend,
Descend,
Bring the eye
Between
To ground
Below
To ground
Me.
And I notice,
I bring
Emily
To rest
Here
Sometimes,
In the pose
Of a child
Where the world
Goes
Still.
Scorpius
Written by
Scorpius  Lafayette, LA
(Lafayette, LA)   
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