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By ekarnes, Ithaca, NY

when I cry in my sleep I'm not crying for you.
it's for the
ever-so-slight strand of something golden in your voice
which has recently unraveled into sour words,
it's for the
seashells in the ocean of your eyes,
that no longer hum rhythms of our love when you hold them up to
your ear,
and it's for the
march in your fingers,
the way you once touched me like spring's coming and
I look even more beautiful
with all the flowers out.

when I cry in my sleep,
I'm not crying for you.

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