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May 2012
Wake and toss
the bed slides on the floor
so you
remember more
instead of drifting off.
There are no sides
no conflicts, really
just a drowning in tides
so to speak.
The small lights from my computer
linger
the hum of the fan
and the
leftover plans
I said i'd do yesterday.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, i'll say.
Nicholas James Berlincourt
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