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It’s not what we do or say.
It’s not your fault or mine.
We are holes sometimes,
places to fall through.
When we go somewhere
like children
expecting nothing
we arrive back
under the curls
of a familiarity.
Our hands purring
as if we had never
been lost.
(C) Eric Ashford July 08
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