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Apr 2018
In my dream,
I was unlocking
you,
portion by portion.
This door
then the next.

I think I know you.
I think -- I
know you

enough

to know
what passcodes to use.
I key in pins
and scramble letters.

Yet
every time,
a new door,
a new dream.

I don't know
you.

for l.r.
040218
second poem for #NaPoWriMo2018
thegirlwhowrites
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     Mark Tilford, J, Busbar Dancer and xy
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