i dream
of a
soft night
we were together
walking on
a beach
and i said
you don't exist
i don't exist
the beach does not exist
all that is real
is desire for things
but this is okay
and i thought
if i reside
in a love
and a gratitude
more than me
more than you
more than a whole world
and all the
precious things
held in it's thrall
there could be
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an ebb in this hurt
this longing
and i knew
we are all
naturally orphaned
from ourselves
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