POEM WEDNESDAY Two Singers Sang Not Together by Christina Hutchins. Asymp; Leave a comment. This poem first appeared in Winter 2012. Issue of The Antioch Review. TWO SINGERS SANG NOT TOGETHER. I loved her but never did we play. The laughing game early the morning rumple never. Look a book what we sore were wont to know. Never we laugh the night and never the rain. Savored fully wetly though I wished it so and thought it.

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