R E M Remember
she has sent
me so many
photographs
some i see
to cry others
i want to laugh
but she sent me
one hundred but
truly three times that
when i want a look
i don't pick and choose
i spin them as a rolodex
i never know what
the heck to expect
i open them then
review
but the most i've
found perhaps
profound
those photos
oh so relaxed
and readying
to sleep
i hold
dear
to my heart
and keep
my own
she seems
eyes closed
tight and always
sleeping
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