June 13 by The Running Son
She cannot see from inside.
Her small shell is just large enough
to hide how easy
her eyes, hidden
by the interlacing
effects of liquid displays,
can shorten the necessary
distance, your side to my side,
of the final sea stretch: not impossible
miles to cross.
I have fought to tell you,
I hearten to tears by the mere degree we
by Jim Aldrich
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