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Andy Kroll
Retrograde
Gather the shadows around me;
an embrace so familiar
it could be love.
Whisper into the folds of my darling shroud:
missing you is anathema.
Sleep, pull my eyelashes
down
to a tombstone
inscribed with my nom de plume.
Unshackle my bones to this black slumber,
I’ll wait for you
here.
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