[And though you dread the mail], Simon Perchik

Mark Terry

 

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And though you dread the mail this note is used to her arms folding over your eyes

brushing aside the dust that’s unimportant now –you can’t make out the name

floating up as salt, empty with some small sea beginning clings the way every envelope

is carried along, half […]

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