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Feb 5
We lost each other in quiet places
As if conversation was deafened
By the natural “placeness” of things.

We saw but did not see each other.
Later we used the same words to appraise, select, prize
We did our food and our last partners in bed.

The deafening echo of the bar made me realize I didn’t really
Want your voice; our words sputtered out too quickly.
Sometimes nothing will light your way.
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