out there

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I would ask you to meet me

out there

somewhere out there, but

I doubt you would come

not all

of you, anyway

You could come with breaks

and bottomless bags, torn on the

edges of pages

I haven’t had the chance to read

yet

I would take you

in

the way one wants to be forgave

and sip sadness over steaming bowls

of soups and other scenes

if you would

let me.

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