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Walking
these stairs a year ago,
a cup of strawberry coffee running,
running
through official words and sketching,
sketching
then such fragile thoughts, such wild ideas come quickly;
how
could it be that we were there, sipping by the hour, dancing
dancing in the reign of innocently, open dancingly
up
those stairs a year ago, that cup,
that
cup of strawberried coffee
running,
drifting through official words
and
always sketching fragile thoughts,
those
wild ideas, how could it be,
sipping,
sipping by the hour,
dancing in the reign?
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these
memories come to me now,
eyes,
taste, hint of surprise
email
some days hence
February 15, 2002
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