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JL
Poems
Mar 2014
Ten at Night
The seething cold that seeps into his skin pores
bleeds into his wooden guitar too—
and when he plays, all I hear
are Heaven’s tears pounding on the rooftop
like discordant footsteps in an empty room.
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