star full sky
man of earth too
keeps re-creating
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vacation
the last emails
I choose to answer
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rain
I cannot answer
which drops were once in me
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a growing wind
sweeps
the kindergarten sand
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during Mozart
the cat claws
her scratching pole
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dolphins
shooting the waves
I sail alone
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midnight
dividing the brain
I sleep in
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scooping stars
should sweeten our coffees
from the river
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magpies
lighten the moods
I wake from
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late night poker games
in a luck most absurd
driving home high
