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Tv Dreams

Cats prowl a moonlit jazz. If I hold you to my waist until we are close enough to mew will it be true, or will yet another day-dream ditch me? Cats do it under roof-shadows where the light never lies. If I change the channel on the TV, will your ghost, from far away make love to me, or is the TV thinking too much?

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Book: Shattered Sighs