衣十三

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希望靠在你肩上

靠在你肩上时 我的灵魂是稳默的

死去的斜桅靠入一扇弯弯的港

（在黑暗中

一个日落里）

枕着汗与泪

假装睡去了

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When we cuddle my soul sits still

The ghost of a bowsprit kissing

into your sweet curves

(In a sunset

in the dark)

gently, 

gently lifted by salty fingers

is my soul

pretending to dream