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Tania PryputniewiczCrows bordered the seams of your leaving,the timed spigots of the sprinklers Crossing campus on a bicycle that night to follow beneath the downy egrets, undisturbed, so deeply housed in their separate worlds of kin, of Bibles snapping shut, ions in the air storm, the teeth of another girl’s zipper approaching; then, the rain
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