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Poem: ache : the distance between us cannot be measured in miles
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Poem: the first few words : …that’s me running through your words, here and there…
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Poem: discount fare : I’ll catch the next one.
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Poem: before i sleep : I cannot close my eyes / until you have closed yours
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Poem: my silence : I am not opaque to you…
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Poem: i want to share : i want to share these moments with you…
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Poem: the end of memory : breathing is hard where nothing abodes…
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Poem: james beach : you sang a few bars without your eyes turned back…
Mila (Jacob Stetser)
Mila
is a writer, photographer,
& anything else that interests him.