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finite
fitting like love
into the tune
of here and how
we are
bodies – we're
strewn about
selves much mattering
sometimes other to each
fraying at the touch
sadder than saying
sometimes
joys to have known
who's the sea
and who's the raft
?
sometimes steam comes off
held you as far as sleep
my words for you
not to be heard
questions never asked
as if the hour
had come for us
summer golden and gone
hold me now
kiss and go on
eternity's just this
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