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I write this poem
as though it were your body Surface tracings formed of longings dotted and crossed circling grooves gliding Upon parchment stretched so lively so warm so enraged
I think of you
and this poem writes itself Across paths leading into the cold air stringing together galaxies apart distant pulses
I long for you and you are not there In th
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Bobby
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