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I draw your location on my thighs. It takes up both legs; it’s far. I think about showing you but something comes up. The phone rings. I tell her I don’t want to donate to the PBA.
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“Let's look,” you said and pointed softly, one by one to each room with your index finger; the bedroom, the bright …
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dove from the trenches, double-check
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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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