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Hannah Six
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Face of the Sun (Day 64)
Resplendent veiled light I cannot go deeper into it today the face of the sun is lifting off   heat crackling like paper smooth as cream   and slow as blackberry honey in a cold cabinet I cannot go deeper into it those midnight murky caves of greedy desire ...

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They Decide (Day 63)
Tomorrow, They, in their navy or gray wool, Ivy-striped ties, and butter-soft shoes, They, whose salaries we pay, will begin to decide what we may have and what we may not, who will be treated and who, be denied. Tonight, my neighbors and I wait to learn wh...

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Rustic Luxury (Day 59)
coastal meadows —fertile with grasses and light like lace— perfectly complimented by the softness of lovers who wait for the perfect dreams, spun with luxury, and always just a little out of reach (c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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Rustic Luxury (Day 59)
coastal meadows —fertile with grasses and light like lace— perfectly complimented by the softness of lovers who wait for the perfect dreams, spun with luxury, and always just a little out of reach (c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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Brighter Than Azaleas (Day 58)
Brighter than azaleas, we walk arm-in-arm, oiled lips like plums, coconut scented fingertips, young, while on the radio, tuneless bluebird time pursues and tires us. We, glimmering blankets by the pool, cloudy, green as absinthe, jade escapes us, bridging t...

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The places  he does not know        are no less real for  his incomprehension,  but this will        not always be  so, and I long        for that day  (c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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Here We Are (Day 56)
So, here we are —you, squinting into  the sun. Can't be  fixed, but it is  hard that you would  wander off, so far. I'd just come up for air,  and known. Of course,  that was after  we talked. The heart I  used to listen with  is broken, still out for repai...

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Instead (Day 43)
Just now, I thought There's not a lot Going on inside My head. This realized, I recognized The fog within And said: I just can't write A poem tonight, So I wrote this Instead. (c) 2017, by Hannah Six For information about ME/CFS, visit: http://solvecfs.org/...
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