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Apr 2020
Yours and
unquestionably
mine

but as we watch
not

just sand but everything
of ours crushed

into a fine powder
sift

through glass

could yours
and mine

all have been a lie
if so

how were we to
know

Whit Howland © 2020
Impressionism. Poking fun at the ways we end letters and other communications by nit-picking words.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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