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7.98
9.iv.26
all
the time vanishing
they
are the intimate of conversation
skin
from out from in
who
gave a name
who
sent the message when
a
touch if too
the
idle glance
it’s
as if somehow you knew they were
due
for elision
understood
to have been
we put
away the thought
child
blown to bits or is it the mother ?
one
less one more
as if
out of the blue
a face
or fate
sky
falling
a run
through the sun
a tear
off
waving
tall as the grass to show
one
face into another fades
slip
away behind a door
pretend
please
won’t you say forever?
we’ll
all then still be here
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