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July 07, 2016 Arts + Scene » Poetry

I hear my pulse

By Michael Kraft

I hear my pulse
in dead of night
wee hours it thrums
so soft deep in
my brain muted
bassline from a
distant prom dance
endless endless
and yet the dance
must end

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