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Stand Still While the Vertigo Passes
Now, time for admitting things
we've always known,
like the way trees vanish at midnight,
and reappear at daybreak,
how other species hate and fear us,
are indifferent to the Latin names
we give them,
would gladly see us disappear.
That we reach for each other’s hands
in the dark, not for love
but for reassurance.
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