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Love, I comprehend.
Hate?
Cannot comprehend.
Love, I comprehend.
Hate?
Cannot comprehend.
A dream’s memory
Like the last leaf on the oak
Hanging by a thread.
When all else is still
With attention, shapes dance
A fleeting moment.
Season in and season out
Light by day and dark by night.
Only as the world sleeps, do I see
A face in the glass, staring at me.
A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.
Coffee and instant yeast
Best for an early rise
Code and cinnamon buns.