Morse Code
Your
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on my window pane,
like rain,
heard again
and
again,
like Cathy,
tapping,
tapping,
the tree,
her conduit,
the night,
her dream,
landscape of loneliness,
open the window,
let her pull you through,
so you can be ghosts
on the moor together.
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