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If I said that I missed you,
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If I said that I still thought of you
smiling across the rug
peering down shrouded corridors
between feathers
bird seed
or prints in soil
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it would be true.
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We always feel so different,
our unfamiliar ropes
fingers finding music through darkness
and hesitation
unsteady, uncertain
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in dim rooms that gradually brighten.
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we reinvent, learn to cherish
to thrive in that strange new new,
that tricky obstacle
ardent question
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to arrive at welcome
at a borderless territory
at something like us.
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If I said that I missed you
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dancing with the flowers
singing into reflection
and joy
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it would be true.
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Spreading Fire
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