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The Toll When dawn breaks, I have a waking dream of floating in a vast sea on my raft-bed away from the shores of my uninterrupted sleep.
Stirrings and murmurs jostle me out of sleep to find her in the throes of a storm-dream. In the broken light, I guide her back to bed.
A town and years away, there is another bed where a woman lies in a fitful sleep clawing and tearing me out of her dreams.
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The Night I Held Your Feet they were so cold they felt wet
it was a simple thing a thing to be done throughout the rest of our lives
it was not supposed to become a simulacrum of desire or a part of thee lacunae between loves
it was not supposed to become a memory
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