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Aug 2014
our window whispers
quiet, low
murmuring at most
breathing slow

there will be time
to know what knowing needs,
time to tell our darkest dreamsβ€”
save those thoughts

if the sun does not rise
warm our bodies between the blinds
I want to say I held you in the still
waiting for the day
Matthew Bridgham
Written by
Matthew Bridgham  Ann Arbor
(Ann Arbor)   
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