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Dream Management
I dream of reliving my heart’s past fall.
To marry again and bear the long haul.
I long to long.
To sing that song.
One day I will lock in the courage.
One day photos will find the fridge.
For now I must simply yield to stall.
Readying my boat before the waterfall.
I dry-run this until my skin peels off.
I pray I will be ready for takeoff.
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Mark W.
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