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Sound and Uncrossed Dreams

A sigh--
as strong as the 
rivers' flow,
where dark pain
forces the flower.

Oh! To sleep through sound
and uncrossed
dreams.

My mind groans 
for the woman
just beneath
the great horn.

The years drop off sharply
into the river,
just beneath the bridge--

to flow back to the sea. 

To evaporate and come at us from a different angle...



Next time?

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