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- I’m Not Ready for this Sorta Thing at allpoetry
after “Anna Begins” by Counting Crows - Awash in Nectar at allpoetry
Under starless sky
without place or time - Plucked from the ruined web I flicked our spider into the weeds at allpoetry
We camped in the car, out of the rain
The first morning we stared together
