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OBJECTS IN MIRROR

 

Life is like a dream that you realize is a dream

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There are memories that desegregate with a body

Not squirreled away in a head to be projected against a skull

but sweat out through pores when the rising temperatures

make 55 degrees feel warm, evaporating and condensing and

showering down rain before the humid cool

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