you that hunger lies within
it drinks you out and keeps you in
some times i see that spiraled stair
i taste the mouth that is my own
as you are me
and i am yours
and i is me is mine
some times i hear that crinkled laugh
like lonely birds drinking gin
as hollowed sharp
as melodies
and i am me is sighing
so long and far
that dark-brood dream
yet birds their voices chime
you that will spread out forever
in this tired thought of mine
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