there's a side-swipe world on the other
and the sides I've taken aren't you -
I can stare at two rivers all I want and not
find an outline of your hair or in the sky
a limit like your eyes but as I feel here, the
old world seeping, bubbling up slick and sodden
drowned papers wrung out and blow-dried till
they say what I suspected
I miss you and miss you and miss you
.
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