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a silence, a stranger someone, one like me, and one mine but no more mine

silence pokes and prods, the stranger keeps smiling, the one like me left me a long while back, the one who is mine has walls too high, cracks too deep, bridges too weak on a mile wide river that sometimes weeps

the stranger sounds like me, the one like me – i never heard him, mine own – he doesn’t speak

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