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the water is an infinite mirror factory


and the walk rocks beneath the memories


the fog, the path, our hands almost meeting





the immigrating ghosts disappearing


 passing in the heat that fades so cold


and they said my face was laid in crystals


all the I love yous' I never said at all the


right times I didn't say them


how I didn't take your hand


            and can't let anyone in


these waters are filled with pirate families


and ghosts who don't trust me yet


I'll find the little infamies and wait a while, still


at the edge


            wade in slowly and vanish


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