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Sep 2017
Programme me into you,
into your evening - us,
talking over the kitchen counter -
a glass of water
draining itself slowly.

We can't sleep

and the noise made me jump
from that dream.
I take your hand and
the image freezes.
There's a fault in the system.

The fault is me.
HV
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   Lior Gavra and Wk kortas
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