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That is Another Night
That
is another night.
Of the fingers,
of the silent stars that
are dying out.
One
by one.
Of the primordial waters,
when
the words are uttered.
That is another night,
where we know each other
and we are.
Different.
The fingers.
One hand
that
someone is holding out to us.
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