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A poem for the morning

i want to bask

in the comfort

of oblivion

sweet surrender

in the embers

of fled dreams

their tiny massage

— so fragile, like petals in fall —

whispers

then gone . . .

my space heater

my champion

suspends the dawn air

my life story laid bare

on the nightstand

i rise

in spirit

if not in flesh

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