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You only yearn for

What’s lacking; the wait

Distorts spacetime,

Spooling out like sweater wool

And every night’s the longest

You can remember, like

The space between raindrops

Or heartbeats, or between

The words “love” and “you.”

Red-eyed, even the sun

Might deign to blink.


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