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time's arrow
so you watch the sunrise sinking
and she's talking in her sleep
a dream of how alone she was
tommorrow when you keep
all those promises to someone
in a mirror you will find
at your parents' house in 1989
terrorized
by the ruling party: calenders and commas
small request
could we please turn around?
so you whisper your arrival
walking backwards to the door
wonder briefly what it is you're hesitating for
all the streets lie down deserted
in the darkest part of night
to lead you through the evening to the light
pulled along
in tender grip of watches and ellipses
small request
could we please turn around?
