To Wake, With Hands… Again

May 31, 2015

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Spilling
The best of me
This bottle’s-neck
Aligns
With destiny
Little things touch
Which long have drifted
Lonely
We dream in puddled ink blots
Only
To wake with hands
Again
Oh
To be known through
Our faces
Worn
And true…

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