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Sunday, April 22, 2018


Your beauty is relative
But your intelligence
Is absolute
And recorded here
In whatever medium
Lasts least long
For all of your doubles
In their otherlives
So close to identical
The difference seems like
The violence of the weather
And carelessness of the climate
I dream of being with you
In another longitude
On a rainbow holiday
Former or yet-to-be
If I recalled more dreams
I would use them to tell you 
Wordless languages
Entering the ear in your throat
Sweet fruit of learning
A little bit passed
But not rotten
Your birthday candle forgot
To blow out

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