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The Counselor Leads Running Group
by Josh Huber We ran night down to day dawn’s asthmatic yellows and reds startling the sky’s stuttering omniscience. The sleeping still stranded in their beds simmered in dreams like ours, when you noticed, in the pale light, the health of your hands splayed angels pressed into the summer grass. How fit the fingers measured span, how the veins strained blue and tight against the skin, as if the blood were rather too thick than thin. |
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