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Feb. 19, 2002 ] 1:03 AM
The well of the ears is silent,
Noiseless,
Inarticulate.
The remembered pupil of the eye,
Is night,
Swallowed alive,
Suffocates.
The taste of salt is strong,
Blood,
Tears,
Semen,
Mucus.
The lifeline of tangled sheets,
Remembered lavender,
Lost love,
Which flows,
Silent into the well of the ears.

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