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Thomas James

Reasons For our own private reasonsWe live in each other for an hour.Stranger, I take your body and its seasons,Aware the moon has gone a little sour For us. The moon hangs up there like a stoneShaken out of its proper setting.We lie down in each other. We lie down aloneand watch the moon’s flawed… Continue reading Thomas James

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