I would rather lose him than remember lies. Loss is real and heavy / and as hard to carry and balance as a shuttle of slack coal
my wife, / / rising from a dive, turning to me, / gathered the rare light and wore it.
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James Owens
I would rather lose him than remember lies. Loss is real and heavy / and as hard to carry and balance as a shuttle of slack coal
my wife, / / rising from a dive, turning to me, / gathered the rare light and wore it.
