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you and me, we used to talk
like river underground.
the sewer where we used to walk,
the hole at the end empties out to the pier
where paper boats disappear.
me, i try to send this note,
float it like a paper boat
but paper sinks and words are weak
i try but i don't speak.
- "Grace Polk"