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if you
thought of your own, laughing
night passes limits, the weather and all its tunes
we start with photographs
how they follow us, precede our being
into small rooms, ships that ran a thousand miles
holes that can't be polished or be filled
it's not the heart but curiosity that rushes outward
passing secrets in its many arms
voices that have not been married
names without a single tongue
throughout time there has been
time
as if hands had taken you from inside
in a direction that you've never known
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