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erasure poem: That lonely sky has dimmed./ That bitter cold wind is in us

Erasure poem taken from Good On Paper.

I’ve found myself drawn back to erasures recently, because I find them quite meditative. There are some poems drafted but I need to push them over the line. Everything in it’s own time.

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