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January 16, 2008 at 7:30 pm (poem)

Something from the past weeks.

8.01.08

when night sprays it’s sand
when the feeling of falling overwhelms
and sleep is all that’s left
there’s always a puzzle
scent and sounds
skin and breath
the feeling again.
eyes snap open
I feel you were there
and aren’t now
but you where in my sleep
and for now that’s enough.

30.12.07

heavy limbs
pain in breathing
not daring to close my eyes
may slip away then.
treasuring thoughts
so without actually
finding rest in your arms
I find some strength
for the rest of the day.

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