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Mar 2021
and as his face fades from my mind
I can read these scribbles and find
sinewy arms around me
long legs folded into mine
but the cars



whooshing



                                 by



                                                       outside



do not sound the same
Christa Ziegler
Written by
Christa Ziegler  Phoenix, Arizona
(Phoenix, Arizona)   
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