when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Sunday, April 06, 2014
In Dreams
To live like this:
One hand in yours, the other
Murderously cold; one eye
Pretending to watch over you,
The other blind.
We live in dreams:
These sentimental afternoons,
These silent vows,
How we would starve without them.
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