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This is where I put things

Everything that has no other place

Here's a tiny spate of gentle rain

Coming at the end of a hard spring

And here's that moment

I sat beside her

Studying the lines of her face

While the world was burning down

To nothing we could use anymore

Here are all the silences

Between the words we gave away

And here are the remnants of my heart

Everything left after the silences

The gentle rain

After her face

After the world burns down again

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