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We met again, in the rain this time
on bikes, in a road
with my tongue knotting, hands shaking,
the bird in my mouth, fluttering—
my knees were weak
wobbled, toppled,
fell off to the pavement
the bike wrapped around me like an exhausted
lover,
rain pooled in my clenched lids.
...
Friday 9th April 2010 6:05 pm
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