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These dreams are like demons
Where ice breeds fibrous
Before you were born
You were an ocean.
Here, everyone is moving
Their apologies like smoke
Still under the new road
An older one flows.
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I had looked forward to today--on the family calendar as a college orientation day for Nu. But when we got to orientation, kids and families...
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