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The paint sniffing suicides,
Looking for a better carpet, bedroom,
Or a stone falling from the roof:
I am by your side
Where the lunatic holding paper
At your face
Finds friendship
In a birdcall you invented
Out of sadness and free time.

I am never looking
at anyone, only
somewhere else

When you opened your
Door on the car I
Looked in and
Wanted to say it-
Loss is like looking into the headlights,
Where one may find an image of anyone's
Losses or love of motorcycles
Here

I am behind you on
The gravel that picks me up and shifts
In another direction
Where we don't belong, or where belonging
Is unwanted: the arms shiver,
And the seeing stops.

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