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Jun 2013
How can you fell an emptiness?
Maybe that means
There is something to feel
Which makes it not emptiness
Anymore.

Five fingers pressed to my cheek
I feel them phantom
Random pulses of memory
Gripping onto an absence,
Like air molecules,
Cool to an unseen touch,
I feel a nothing.
Your body becomes a loaded gun.
Shiny and sparkling in the sun.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   JL and Rosaline Moray
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