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Your absence has gone through me
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Since Poets have told of sunset,
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And do not / take cover. Instead, curl your toes
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The first sky
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Planet, the mind
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You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
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the last best love is language in the mouth
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Everyone asks what we’re afraid of
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The stars have already solved
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the sun intervenes. Some mornings
