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The Third Day
On the third daywe found a radiosleeping in the garage.
It woketo soft music,
and the silenceopened
like dry earthmeeting rain.
The empty roomsremembered breath.
Our hearts, too.
A dark screenis only absence.
A songis enough.
The Third Day On the third day we found a radio sleeping in the garage. It woke to soft music, and the silence opened like dry earth meeti...
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