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I Need to Know You

I need to know you
even as I never know my self
that phantom ache
of amputated innocence

You,
the stirrings of a curtain, dust
settling on sepia cukoo clocks
covers obscuring

Perhaps one day you will become
a benign sentence
an agency
through which to be.