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Diamonds

Diamonds

yes, I do

I squint through

the same drop

as you

and see it

the same as you

the greens, the blues

the pitch beneath them, too

I see it

stuck on windows

or strung across the branch

or sipping slow on blades

out the creases

the corners of an eye

what dying does

what love requires

in the beginning

in the middle

in the end

I see it

same as you

the drop

before it fell

whence it was

above me

or below

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery