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talk all night
for the dream catalogue
and possibly ghost writing
chance meeting with
it’s only a dream
I might be mistaken
making you up
might be mistaking you
but I believe it was
it’s here we might meet
just as we were were
from memory and all since
fate determines
so tentative too
we agree
I read by a face has its signs
days close
careful how we touch
fell out once
not to commit
nor go beyond a common lust
that was as well
are there voices like yours?
it’s your writing I know
familiar insistent, some place to
haunt
and you far back in the book
just this
it’s like a window on the sea
it’s listening to no one
it’s writing to no one again
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