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in the most crowded of places

I saw the same red sky
you once told me about in your
second letter

always worlds apart
except for that one time
back in nineteen seventy-nine

I once wrote my heart
was breaking
that time you were in the hospital
keeping your sister alive

though I never heard
from you again
I frequently find your face
in the most crowded of places





november two thousand twenty-one
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