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Monday, April 5, 2010

The Way We Used To Be


we’d rather steal than buy, rather
run than hide; rather call out all night
our love, and whisper into the hours.

You grew away; some day
will return you on silks
and cashmere, feathers

against your bare skin; your lips
still cherry. These are the days of
recollection; the nights of dreams.


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