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"Yesterday I thrust my hand
under the sand and held hers.

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All afternoon then the
geraniums looked at me

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from the courtyards
with meaning.

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The boats, those
pulled to land, took

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on something known,
familiar, and at night,

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late, when I
removed her earrings

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to kiss her as I want to with
my back against the stone church

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wall, the pelago thundered
and the Saints came out

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with candles to give me light.

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Doubtlessly, a separate,
irreplaceable sensation

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exists for each of us which,
if we don't find and isolate

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in time, and cohabit with later,
and fill it with visible acts,

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we're lost."

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