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26 Apr

just when
     (and only)
in the grand nights
     of limber talks
you sing
     and I watch
          your lips move

they seem friends

other times
     I am with your hands
     that sway like marsh grass
and I stand
     so they dance through my shadow

always, though,
     the wind waits just outside
   whispering
   whispering
          of songs you do not sing

 
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