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I press the cold hollow cylinder in a cave around my left ear The sound of string tightening, amplified and I watch you, small silhouette across the yard Waving a skinny hand so I know to listen now though I already was straining My brown half-moon nails scratching against ridges curving round sliding round my … Continue reading

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