3/25 dreamt Harry was
still alive in a crowd stumbled
on him just as surprised his smiles
sunshine and the same night a young
lady revealed her but demurred at
my palms’ proximity she wanted
to know only why for so long why &
why wake to spin a dark a couple of
sedentary miles coughing still
from a souvenir forced on me
far from where I shuffle some small
points of order under stringy
breath a little ELO to stay a
float & wouldn’t say but you might have hoped
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