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SHE is
carrying my little
bag of
dreams soft
in
the night
to my place
of
rest
Time erases our capacity
to
remember exactly what
transpired while
asleep
or
awake
near the bridge or through
the
tunnel holding my breath or lifting
myself out of the steep, angled dark
where
dreams slide filling up
with
melancholy and tears her soft
moans -- my inability
to resist
long red
hair on the
pillow spread out as
she gazes up at me
face so
sweet with life
heart Max
Wolf Valerio
--- July 13 - 2004
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