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ever gazed
at a paper and turned away
dazed
at the face
of my grief
a revelation brief
of a purity

-the inaccessible

———————–

we maintain
distance
i disdain
assistance
my mind’s
insistence on

what i would find
under the cool
mildly suggestive
innocent gestures, am
wildly incisive
of

what friends we are
how good a friend
i am

you say
————————
grief that so
suddenly grips
hold of my whole
I’ll write…

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