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Write New York

Poetry by Fernando Moura

Category: Prose

People That

People that
You don’t know,

(I.e.) like
“I know you by this many degrees”
Kind of People.

That you met
In your trauma.

The people you met
Before you may have started

Falling from your synthetic
High;

From the smoke and the fire.

From whom your White flag
You.

With whom your White flag
You.

Fernando Moura Poem, Poetry, Prose Leave a comment January 25, 2020December 6, 2020
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