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Imprint

The scars on my knees  soften, 
concave as  they press 
into the burning asphalt 
turning my whole body 
into  a blueprint.

“I don’t want to die.”

My tears fall on the leaves 
of this cold October night.

sink into sleep, 
my dreams, 
my wake.

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JONATHAN MOYA

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    syreal

    Unless a seed dies, it does not multiply, and once it multiplies, it flies!

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