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We picked up
where we left
convivientes and conspirators
looking
to chase
the showering moonlight.
you held my hand,
lead the way
to the dawning.
I cannot
forgive the path
for not returning
you.

Life wicked off
in my hand and
midnight recesses
recall
your visage
in reflection,
shadowed memory.
Floating above
your twin bed
too timid
to confess
-so music
-and movies
-and and
-and what we had for dinner
standing on ourselves
we were who we were,
unreplicated,
unhopeless.

My sleeping
mad blindness
needs you
to be
awake.

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