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a door slams
they are on the way
and quick, the vanishing
dogs crow
swoop roost
show the griefs
a leaf’s long fall, day up with
once flesh were
then a pointed bone
just so, they topped the clock
give silence gone
they did the cherish
tourists of another age indulge
some for far have fallen
some stood in their socks
the gone are still going
otherwise how with them are we?
sweet was their holding
their kisses once when
and we are here because
must be it falls to us again
touch to be, say, every day
so see me there
they bite, tear strips
picture this and come to heal
drift in, see where
without a thought
were all along
the place in mind
think of the fire
they paid themselves
a door slams
when we wake
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