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I caught her face
from the window
somewhere far off
like the sound
of trains
and there in the smoke
of her eyes
a signal
we both knew
When we dream
we take down a book
from the shelf
of ourself
She does not meet my gaze
as she enters, she sees me
and exorcises me with a bleak past.

Her consort sailor, sick or moribund.
She felt lonely, herself and only
considers thoughts
to another life with someone else.

Her eyes value
phantasms swimming.
She is a prisoner and beckons me away.
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