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Withering.
in a dream landscape
 i scatter fragments that wither 
 from the robot memory.
 i tuck in the pieces, to the soft
 mold of the world.
 hidden, for winter, for storage--
 so I can see how they grow.
 will snow cover nightly
 letters? letters I use alone-
 to keep myself, occupied
 while alone, away from you.
 they used to tuck me in at night-
 whole-heartily, like a scratchy blanket.

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