April 2012
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I can love you from any longitude.
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For the Dead
I dreamed I called you on the telephone to say: Be kinder to yourself but you were sick and would not answer
The waste of my love goes on this way trying to save you from yourself
I have always wondered about the left-over energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go to bed from but cannot leave, burning-down but not...
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