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Posted on June 10, 2014 by johnmannpoems
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Pathetique

Sleep. Recurring
dreams. Love
haunting the daily.
The notes arrange.
The voice presents.
Check the doors.
Raise the baton.

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  1. Stateless Steve Leek
    June 10, 2014 at 6:16 pm

    Drop present participles? “dreams repeat, love haunts the daily” ? Just stuff Tama taught me! 🙂

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