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some days we are
the musicians playing
the cellos as the ship
goes down.
there is no quiet way to end this.
in an alternate universe,
love is a flat rock that never sinks
no matter how often we skip the stones
across lake reflected skies.
so let us stay
strangers. let us breathe
right here
and empty handed.
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