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Mar 2014
you hold
the moon.
you are an abandoned gameboard
pieces jumbled around, layered in dust
tired
but you can breathe.
I sing to you
lovingly
with purpose
yet you fade.
I can't seem to find where it is
you are slipping away to.
sabrina
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sabrina  new york
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