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May 2016
I shot for the stars and hoped to reach the moon
But I passed the moon
I passed the stars
I passed the time and passed the space and ended up in this space
This space with your face at your place.
This past space and past time at your place in your bed
In bed where you said the things you said and
I said the things I said and your bed and my bed became our bed
Our bed that we bought for our place and our place
And our place which had more space for more beds and more heads
And little heads to be put to beds that we built with friends
In our space and our time.
Written by
A N Friedman
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