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Mar 2020
And she played the piano,

The stars were crying gentle sounds.

I thought I was dreaming, and flying in my sleep,

Lilac was breathing through the window.

Others have moved into that house,

Their sounds, their dreams now.

Sometimes when I wake up alone on the floor, anywhere,

Where doesn’t matter to me anymore.

I know the emptiness of water now,

The weight of air.
C M Thomas
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