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untitled The urban day blue and hazy sunlight yellow through coatings of smog. Shall we coffee my dear wife, my dear of many years? Street sounds dance through the window retchings of streams gone dry. A child cries. What child past crying of hope and fear? What day is this, my dear wife my dear? Shall we sing of love as the dust lays round cinching memory tight to the earth? What day is this? The sunlight glares dwarf star dying yellow on the toast the cups dust dear dust the wrinkled hand that held mine. |
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