In a dream
I took
(my husband)
(to)
your apartment
looking for
proof
of
(a different) life
all the pictures
you had
were of your brother
But you’d saved
(a colony of chittering mice
for) me
_
I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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