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all i can do is sit still and consume as much of my own smoke as possible.
In my dream you are sitting out
at the edge of the water,
watching me wade towards you in the dark:
time has stood still since the river
leached out the last thread of warmth and left you to dry.
- John Burnside, from “A Swimming Lesson”  (via seols)