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The Shape of Earth

by Wick Fields


There is so much I'd like to tell you

About the shape of this earth

About the strength of your skull

But the flames, they must be tended to.

For as we are both keenly aware

Their flickering shadows

Dance into even our best conversations.

Still, we sit facing one another

Our loveliest words trapped in our throats.

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