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A quiet green, a cup of coffee (re-usable cups only), on a Tuesday
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Resonance
There’s an echo of movement, In these tired limbs A sense of where they’ve once been Of maybe what they once did We are wedged here in limbo Between the living and the dead Between the dead and the nearly dead We struggle through the day Buoyed by a silence A screaming moment Free of…
