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While I sleep, things without weight
neither living nor dead
disposable but ever assailing
pieces of the world
blow across my room.
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If words could be valued
separate from meanings
I would give you many many
to say Ifm sorry.
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ascending the stairway
my darkened kitchen
the only light
a narrow slit in the door
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Even driving by it
the tunnel seems hungry
inevitable.
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I'd rather have permanent employment than be called fascinating
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You went to Tampa to stop time
