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starlit speck

precious rock,

starlit speck

i saw me from 3.7 billion miles away

we were embracing

i was listening

the finch that befriended us in February

songs seeping from your trumpet

cold water in the well

this quiche i am composing

i saw them all from 3.7 billion miles away

and they were already gone

my sweet snippets, evaporated

but those snippets belonged

love gave them to me

and this vapor of a life -

i drank it

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