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For Leslie, who runs through this book like a river
What the contents of your bookshelves mean (to me)
Kick up dust in the ruins of each other's souls
Little burning petals
like stars burning holes right through the dark
On the lost highway
neuromuscular junction
like a moon floating effortlessly through the dark of the nodegel
keep your eyes open
The sun rose every day, once.
I didn't love him until I feared I would lose him. One does not love breathing.
The Clam Broth House
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