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The lovers are leaning over railings,
catching sight of each other. Words
packed with feelings splash in bright

puddles of silence. To catch a love,
you must not use the splintered
cup of your hands, but fling open

the net of an entire life
sewn from the cicatrix of every
secret loss and wrecked desire.

Hear quiet ignitions everywhere.
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