I dreamt of Franko
last night; we slipped together
easy, sighing hard,
and watched an old woman die
dancing bold in the next room
Day 10
10 Friday Apr 2015
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Yes, very dreamlike! Loved this: “we slipped together/easy, sighing hard.”
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