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A dream has expired On my calender Like a plant Choked with water. - You complicate me When you wake and talk - Stray hair when you rest - A bed too big - Music that isn't meant for but two ears alone. - My being becomes whole Like two trees locking antlers - Red, felt pen, X's Marking days Replaced now by wholeness. - You complicate me - Paling the light of those Marks on dates In comparison they are nothing, And you need no calender.
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