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new face old songs
played in the same hole
in the right light
it’s a silhouette of a prayer
the missing handshake between
the two of them
those eyes and the low
looping mast of a ship
leaving the harbor

those feet on cobblestones
between the dogs barking
a yell in the silent night
and those eyes
little dark islands
do they catch the lights
when they’re out under a night sky
do they catch the stone gleam
slipping up from the pavement
when they’re looking down

is that what those lips
ask for
the taste of smoke and sweat