"Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at
times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you
could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there’s a circle around
it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole.
Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the
wind is warm or the crickets sing . . . I dream of a love that even
time will lie down and be still for."
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