Poetic snapshots, mostly travel-related.
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
Form
You are with me, your touch pressed through
the flimsy form of figure, beyond blood, less
transient than water or air. Every sense, every
system pulses with your rhythm, and I know
that hum beats strong inside you, too.
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