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The envelope
unopened
addressed
to himself
Inside 
unspoken
old hopes 
and dreams
Lost
and rerouted
the stamp was 
foreign
Its port of entry
still 
—unforeseen 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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