I have been both lover and beloved, unrequited.
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Channeling our ghosts and calling it habit
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and you wouldn't have it,
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so we spent four months learning to sift
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sea salt through a sieve
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and tracking our eyes open,
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our eyes open wide.
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White Noise With Grace Notes
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| After The Sirens |
