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In My Dreams

Sam Wassel, 2011

Souls flock like sea
gulls in the silver
sky. Mine drifts
wayward. It searches
in marginal
desperation. Salt
burns open
wounds. Intravenous
crystals flow to
my heart, hardening
what once beat
so freely
for you. I wake
to the salty casing
of your abandoned
pillow.
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