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A.. HACK
HOW I HAVE COME TO .LOATHE
how i have come to loathe
that false £ragment of time
which often follows sleep, when,
i.n lavender, predawn stillness
i awaken to find you there,
crystalline on my me'lllOry,
frozen in the act of escaping
from some now-lost dream.
always, you are grinning
when reality smashes the image.
remembering you are two years dead
) i lie awake until the morning.
bits of you are scattered about
JAel.ting silently into tears.
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