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A poem

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Now the rain beats patterns undiscernible

Upon lips whose beginnings and endings

Are just as vague and full of longing.

We, too, beat patterns with hearts drowning

In the sober drops that make us only

Less than decent in each other’s arms.

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3–2–16

[All poems credited to Genevieve Sandra]

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