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April 13, 2016

rivers

ottawa was most of all
the sturdy curve of collarbone,
slope of loose embrace:
a place to rest a burning cheek.
Posted by Swadhi at 3:56 AM
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Labels: comfort, geography, growth, home, map, micropoem, ottawa, river

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