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I had saltwater dreams of
My inbox flooded
My monitor filling until it sprung a leak
And spilled all over me
Knocking my feet out from under me
Knocking the wind out of me

I think about you all the time
You shadow-lurking women
I know you're out there, riding the bus to work
Pushing your babies in their strollers
Making art and love in tiny apartments
I think about you all the time,
Wondering what you're thinking,
what books you're reading,
what songs are running through your heads,
Waiting to hear your voices

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