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August 20, 2004
Show me the road west
and leave me there,
with crackers and tea, a good
raincoat. Send me love
letters in the mail. Don’t expect
me to respond. Leave the curtains
open after dark. Don’t give
straight answers to simple questions.
Disappear
without notice
and you’ll have me
waiting for these Sundays
like winter dawn.
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