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Day 90
Sometimes lovers become friends
clementines are mandarins
a feather is a pen,
and daughters can come home again.
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Day 89
Changes can seem a bad dream
without friends to help you see
the hopeful omen shining
in the eye of a cat.
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Day 88
when it shatters like a teacup
slipped from your hand
king's horses and men have no hope
where do you keep love?
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Day 87
Close the door douse the light
wanna close my eyes a while
the sun can knock in a day or so
I'll open the window
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Day 86
Woke with my ear to the floor
by my ankles and elbows
asked my knees to get together
no answer. Am disconnected.
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Day 85
A two-decade love letter began my day
A truck carried your things away.
Empty rooms wait.
I sit in a hideaway.
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Day 84
If I could sail through time
I'd dip oars into the sea
steer to the first day I held you
again, again and again
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Day 83
The power to move oceans
or turn mere men to beasts,
enigmatic moon, I think you
may prove woman, after all.
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Day 82
I need a space with no ghosts
a corner where I can think
where silence can find me
alone playing hide and seek.
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