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...
lightly
you step backwards
and i observe this fading
of your hand on my head,
your fingers sliding
off of my temples,
your grasp sinking in
then out and far
from my melting brain.
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cameo in the next to last scene.
hold for third.
lightly
watercolor and pencil.
about value.
week of injuries.
crawling.
game day
if
typos.
No title
your wish
directions:
1997.
1996?
1994?
friday night
mercy.
between silences.
lines of conversation.
love poem 137
how to
strangers
oh don't you know--
5 for 5
good afternoon
two.
lucid
a scrape and some
a leak
i am
too old.
listen.
without words.
maybe
i call you _______________
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