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Lexington Poetry Month

time and time


came again. there is still something missing
we are but millimeters apart

but I can’t hold my tongue,
and neither can you. shepards now
and inconclusive, our eyes dart around
each other’s eyes; dancing.
in dusklight nothing else can be seen.
nose touching nose. and senseless
we still know what the other feels.

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