web of clouds we lock fingers
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bodies squirm between the sheets as night slows
fill empty pockets with sea and sand
rain outside the silence stays
calm river softens the leaf fall
empty shells watch as mynahs jump the plank
call from the void flies swarm the station lamp
the season crumbles between fingertips
found: dead moth’s corpse
i wonder if the rain fears the little one’s wrath