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Distraction after a Night Storm

37 years, and you say
we should understand
as if that solved some-
body's child, as if we
could go back to the
Ecuador man dug up so
black, he or it wasn't
smooth or art, less
than half a man,
a below decks song,
where is the ship
for the figurehead
I put in a box: keep
and care: flown
yours and mine, love

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