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Vestibule
And I felt the curl of your spine
But coil round my fingertips
Carefully carved with needle and thread
To hold your body tall
Such a sight for soured eyes
Such a sight for my grasping gaze
Your thought so keen a point
And so kindling a blade
You remembered me
In a vestibuling hug
To grasp the silken moment tight
A quick goodbye
To part the running waters
Of our separate ways
