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true state
or
another world where I also live
for sleep to dream again
dreams are
full of what you can’t afford
the ways
you can’t go back
all our
damage
beat of
the breath
just as
real the feeling
but the
floor, the ceiling fallen
flying as
well
there’s winter
warmth of the fed
under fur
some
failing, characteristic
what you’ll
say won’t be enough
they’re
there
loved,
gone
often, day
thinking
this far
away
other
nameless creatures
matters of
fact
the old
urges
habits to have,
to hold
to touch
am I
otherlanded?
nowhere to
place my feet
the animal
perfectly slept beside me
and
darling, tender, you were there
so many of
us too
from every
day before
so knowing
the
morning’s first broken light
nor ever
quite so simple
as just
here we are
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