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Black and white like
Bleached bone. Bitten. Thwarted.

Unhoned edges scrape and
Rasp.  This last

Remnant of what you were
I will keep, use

The same way.  Brisk, scalloped,
Many-hollowed, these

Jagged spots of ebony are
The dull pains of my heart.

No seas now shingle
This shore stone - I throw it

Prone onto my desk
As my surface waters break

Freed from a different eye:
An eye of blue; still misses you.
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