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pirate families

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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

 

 

not

 

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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