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Sara Went Sailing
Poems
Apr 2022
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The smoke curls.
I imagine I ride up it.
I ride. Swirl.
Curl as an incense scent.
Her sins, my sins, your sins.
I don't expect you
to understand.
Sara Fielder © Apr 2022
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Sara Went Sailing
Bohemia
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