As If by Suzanne Roberts You fell into her, where the world balances its light and shadow. As if it happened in your sleep, and you were peering out a small crack in the window to a corner of wind-feathered sea. Like the sun, submerged in a wet horizon— the red after. Just out of sight, but you can’t pull your eyes from the absence. Still looking, not seeing. 58 theMeadow
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