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Down a Well
When you first floated a hello to my hello, you lifted the lid of my skin and came in. Now,
when you leave, I'm inside out.
I drive to find a place to drive.
The road hisses to the rain,
curls its toes. It knows the park will pull me over unless,
right now, I kiss you again here and there and here and lose my hands in your rolling hair.