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Against the slope of the embankment
every morning the party’s over
Against the slope of the embankment
against the morning
against the sweetness of the stars and sky
against the water
lapping up the stone steps
of your building
I’m backing down
’til morning
You touch yourself and know
I live in silence
I want the night to stretch us
against the flowering
and blue 
From Strays by Ralph Angel. Reprinted with permissions from Foundling Press.
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