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Jan 2013
You’re an idea I had
as I fell to sleep last night.
This morning, I can remember your
verbs—a general outline.
I’m haunted by the ellipsis of you.

But this fatal mind convinces me,
my Pale King,
that—if I’m
worthy—you’ll return
to my pillow
as I fall
Again.
I still can't remember those **** nouns.
Anne M
Written by
Anne M
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   ---, Timothy Brown, JM, Kate Bethanie and Samir
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