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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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