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I memorize pain and the shifting
of metal and concrete by sleeping
with the shades rolled up
to witness the dark world still turning.
You imagine what you love and hold it in your eyes
but it rotates away in mirrors and shards of glass.
The silhouettes of two trees bend
into my window. One is so forceful
it pushes my heart to leap
from the fire within.
ANN IVERSON
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