September 18, 2017 · 5:09 pm
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Pearl City I.

I see his skull. Shadows

in the eyes. A moment

 

where sun flops on trees. Fish

 

for the breeze. Nothing

is never

 

far enough. Nothing ever

too close. Nobody loves

 

just one.

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