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He pretended he believed her
She did the same
Reciprocating impulses
push away, then suddenly contract.
When two worlds collide
new stars are birthed.
In the ashes of a post explosion
there is always a story left untold.
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andy spaschak
I have been writing poetry for over forty years, Published in magazines, ezines, etc. I currently live in New Jersey as I recover from stage four throat cancer. I have not been able to speak for three years so my voice has become my poetry, photography, and guitar.
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