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What We Want

What we want is never simple we move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a book, a small room and these things bear our names now they want us but what we want appears in dreams wearing disguises we fall past holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache, we don't remember the dreams but the dreams remember us it is there all day under the table as the stars are there even in the full sun.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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