the wind plays flute
through the cellar door
and on my window sill,
plays a sad old song.
i hope tonight
you will touch my hair
and draw ghosts on my back.

walk the shore
to impossible
shout at screaming waves,
shout at silent rocks.
i think tonight
i'll dream of salty tongues
so tears drips down my leg.

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