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Interlocution

Posted on April 20, 2015January 26, 2017 by Inscape

by Lauren Bledsoe

We dream of one desire

and sleep next to another-

just last night you asked me

what I was looking at

outside the window,

I said snow,

didn’t mention the black horse

running through it,

pulling the dark to pieces.

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