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drink her sweater, a sea thick
and languid. cold you lie
like a blown poppy
in the moonlight. bridges
you travel past the truth
in her eyes, bleeding memory. earth
is your home, reflection of dust
in her kiss sliding away,

silence holding you still
as a stone falling
down to the bottom of the ocean leaving
nothing behind but her slick
hands, her distant lips rooted
like maple, emissary of staying behind.