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Tess Gallagher

Poem, put your breath down like a pen that knows it is well used when the message is love, when the poem has decayed into its heartbeat and can be expressed simply as these petals I toss through the dream’s window all night onto [her] sleeping face. Heart, it doesn’t matter. We were only sleeping… Continue reading Tess Gallagher

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