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I’m awoken by explosions in my neighborhood
My country across the ocean is falling apart
There’s a fragility in your voice
A thousand ripples when you say rio
(like a river)
You taught me that there doesn’t have to be subtext
Or I’ve finally learned to stop looking.
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poetry, pantin, portraits © 2024
(there are other sarah rose’s, but this is the new one)