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noticed first when
the skin went
away,
when the tide laughed
and shied
her face

instantly impressed upon,
never yet dissented, all
the world's a hostage
and we're here
in the queue

tell and retell me
the ways we
are cylindrical
and taste
of burnt paper
and atoms misplaced

i've been a shadow
since i tried
to be true
and my waist won't expand
till my patience
is proved

turn quickly,
make haste,
never stoop

all of the words
are estranged
from the moon