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Combinations
There is a combination for everything
the way I wear my hair
and you yours
my squint
and your wide-open stare.
The combinatiion
of words put to paper,
the combination
of words that never appear.
The Universe
combines us,
and we commingle with the stars----
the way a comet passes its years
out there,
the way we pass ours
here.
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