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Posted to Action Poetry




i know it’s you
with me all
those years
torn

by disguises
yeah, radio, yeah
you’ve been always there
reliable

with friendly voice
a worker’s understanding
zone-melting
warm

as touch to my soul
or whatever there is
building skin’s wonders
careful

spanning those membranes
display love’s polarized fields of
a new
closeness a
language between the two
revisited soon

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