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Ashley Varela

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i have counted the oceans between us / & i think

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if i stretch my thumb / from the eastern slope of my stratovolcano / & touch with my little finger / the peak of your three-horned mountain

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if i pinch back the waves / fold the islands into the coastline / & beg the moon / to change her tides

 

i can bridge our continents / merge your sunrise with my noon sky / until the space separating us / is only the width of your palm / pressed / to mine