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Jun 2013
flow. we are a different colour          now,

words came readily , night, the white room,

gathering.                        woven with detail.



light early, empty headed, toes tapping, nothing

is remembered.                                  early grey,

sky pink.                                          another day,

in our rooms and partitions.                          this

does not mean.                                     i love you .

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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