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Lists
Dreaming words, and the words are waiting.
I awaken and try to open my notebook, but the pages are stuck.
I scramble fruitlessly every morning.
Those dreams, those dreams…
I forgot my dreams before I could get a pen in my hand.
So I can only look back at my list from yesterday.
Of all the things I was supposed to do.
But that list is dusty and outdated.
So I write my new list and write neatly.
I look through my old lists.
And close my notebook,
Until tomorrow morning.
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Angelica Tao
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