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how low your smile when the eyes know you’re not here

the focus of your photograph leaves you shaking, breaking laugh for cry of body/of clutch of me for knöw’ i’m here– could you see me, would you stare in ‘turn so shaking is seen not by me, but with you?

i would travel this Earth
silent breathe of her

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