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She came last night with him
I will write you letters this winter
Old Man Parkstreet.
Our love was an overnight bag
Sunday, 31 March 2013
We Left Our Fingerprints and Footprints
We left our fingerprints and footprints
all over the sand.
Standing at a distance,
I find the sea stealthily stretching
to collect the luminous.
Yours afflicted
And mine overturned ...
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