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Remedies, remedies
Bottles, pre-scribed and filled
None could ever shut down
His marathon mind
He stands by his window
Silently watching the city sleep
And wonders where the sandman is
The man who can make him cease
Cease...Forgetting today
{Forgetting Everything}
Forgetting the dangers of the jungle
Even just for a few hours
Where he can dream he's finally achieved
His lifetime goals
{Dreamed up realities are better than no possibilities}
Instead he's faced with the burden
Of seeing tomorrow
Before he's been revived
Of battles fought yesterday
And just like that,
The dawn breaks even
Already forgetting what he couldn't forget
Greeting the future he can't reach yet
Eye-lids gravel filled
Ready to go
Ready to go
To sleep
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Memories of You
(I)
Summer's heat clung to us
like guilty secrets,
so at odds with our childish delight.
We never kept track of the time,
but we knew that we'd been out too long
when our heavy limbs were patterned
with grass and freckles.
I told you that freckles were sun kisses,
and you said that you weren't the jealous type,
but you didn't act like it, did you?
(II)
We combined good posture with slouchy clothes
and found comfort in straight-backed iron chairs.
We rode public buses until midnight
and picked our favourite cafés
based on the songs they played,
thinking that music and food were equal
to our ideas of lo
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r.a.i.n.r.a.i.n.
i
[finally]
changed all my plants
to cacti.
now they won't die
if i forget
to care for them
too.
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After the Rain
It was your birthday, the middle of October. We were walking by the creek, far too close to the bank, and it had just rained. The leaves, most of which had changed color but not yet fallen, glistened, each riddled with raindrops. The sun was beginning to set, and I knew you had to be home soon, but you were so happy to be outside. You loved the fall best, mostly because there were leaves to jump in, and ducks still swimming in the creek. We spent most of the year down there, except the days that it was forty-three below. We stayed in, then, drinking hot chocolate and flipping through picture books and cartoon channels, snuggled up on the couc
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Sleep as a method of escapism. I think many people can relate to that.