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In the Morning
Caught Her Eyes
Dreams of No Shore
Cranes Unbuilding Towers
Through Our Spiraling Wings
It's as If Our Hearts Were Armatures
The Ghost, the Stare
The Ghost The Stare
I Belong Where I Can't Be Told I'm From
it's as if our hearts were armateurs
Ruined in Repetition
sitting in a tree
Step Softly Ghost