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I chew on your words
I chew on the dream
How can it be?
You said that I'm everyone in my dreams
All the characters
A one woman show.
But you were there.
And those angels with the black-stained wings
Like birds on a wire
A spectre of hooligan assumptions and afterthought.
I rewrite my recalcitrant plots on ink-colored paper,
With a strong need for punctuation |