Let me know if you're here;
there are lots of creatures
who've meant to harm me.
I've heard what sounds like
thundering hooves, clear
as glass; in joy or panic
it's impossible to tell.
And I couldn't leave the ocean
or the wine, without its wings
the seabird drifts and drowns.
If I loved you more I wouldn't
have to question who you are.
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