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First Portrait; Meadow Poem

First Portrait If you put your hand over her mouth in the photograph, cover up the smile, you can see the panic in her eyes. Her sky is fractured. She has no words for it, the original sin. Has learned to block the dark hour, the theft of breath. Crucial to believe in love at […]

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