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Z Bell
here is where i place my brain, feet adjacent, my shoulders are
somewhere close by
here are connections that do not amount to constellations, except when i see the sun
i say thank you
what to become of kisses that pack a wound, that do not shoot
or surprise like stars. i only
make a wish when i say goodbye. i only
sleep when i count myself to a whole, except
when i find my heart
i say thank you
moon pieces
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