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J. Delayne Ryms We keep sleeping Under blue down, purpling. Others call, intrusions. Who could want us? Mornings bruise in like Blindness You root behind Me, nudging and nudging. Soon I will creep over the edge To feed my slim hope. My new pills Flutter off the sheets. I net the sluggish butterflies, one By… More

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