... in a wind down by the harbour... in a color on a rag on a porch... in a knocking at my door at night...
in a dream i cant remember... in a wish i always carried... in a light falling on the street a springday... in the voundedness I could see in you... in the blowing leaves in a tree outside my window... in a clumsy gesture... in the look you had... in the space between what I know... in a vision through a strangers door... in a new country I have yet to learn... in all I dont know about you
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