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Jennifer Burch and Kristin Capp: Poem and Picture

Our building floats

                                                                     the world is round
                                               edges are piles of darkness

                          we go below


                                       think birds on a wire

            in another city
            see a room from the floor

                                          how leaves turning up come in as we wait

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