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Ed Baker, US
 

 

 

 

Neighbor

 

The Edge

 

On sill
peering
head tilted
towards sun
so close
I can smell
your hair
hanging down
Green eyes
hidden
among
the black
embrace a
contradiction
briefly
confused
by your look
glare
to get a better
sense of
I
turned

 

 

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