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Together with your knees

already half hands

--even the sky is lessened

 

lets this rain speak for two

the way stars leave you

--you come too close

 

and though you whisper

the dirt collapses, cools

till no one can escape

 

except their darkness

and the distance

that is not rain, that clings

 

tightens, makes from your voice

each cry smaller and smaller

back into your arms.

 

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