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glints of light
the tree makes
a net in the sky

feet pound
the marley floor
no socks allowed

i open the window-
it squeaks.
and outside is rain

the song sounds
like last summer
but the heater is on

the sand mixes
into my braid-
a souvenir.

the shoe is soft
dirty pink
stitches at the toe

early morning cold
the laptop glows
he is far away.

the wind rushes
through the trees-
I wake up.

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