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Sep 2014
Like breath,
people feel distance.

Away, far: light sleep,
falling feels forgotten. We’ve
really make
love. Days. Words. Sky.

Morning: dark.
Stay solid,
eat remoteness. Space:
impending decline.
Children asleep long:
Hands. Eyes.

Tongue won’t

slow stagnant works.
Same concept as previous poem. This one about my wife.
J Arturo
Written by
J Arturo  Ecuador
   Dana E, Urmila and Erenn
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