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As I rounded the corner
You blinked out of sight

Farther away
And bleached by the moonlight

But still whistling
To show who you want to be

The momentum of the car
Halts outside the apartment
Where the stairs end
Only after you stop counting

Clothes clammy
After thinking long enough
To sweat

Slow dust from thousands
Of undiscovered holes
Settling on truths
Under their own magnification

I hear the moths
Against the window
Each the size of rain

You will sleep
In your own arms

In a dream
I'm laying my hand
Too close to your elbow.

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