this continuing sadness that dream of a Chinese husband
cornering me in the covers the clear sky night stars telescope
never use these wonderful things these friends we cannot
number
mistake means wanting what hasn't been there means asking
means take
oatmeal gets cold while dissecting a life my only
time tries to improve but cannot linger so we wait
we want mistakes forgiven as umbrellas umbrella
themselves over tops of the heads of the people
walking in rain
sitting in sun
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