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Jul 2014
Up is like down
when you don’t realize
that you’re falling.
And I worry that
maybe your hands are too
******* in mine
to feel the wind rush past them.

Love is my sometimes fear
because it claims everything
and explains so little.

I think you are falling,
but I wonder if maybe,
it’s not quite so passive.
Maybe you’re flying.
Maybe we both are.
Katharine Scott
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