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Sunday, February 16, 2014

A Series of Alien Events

One day, 
when we are drifting 
along the waterfront of 
our favorite getaway. 
My soul mate will ask me, 
where I am from. She will 
expect me to name a city 
that has gunshots for a heartbeat 
and sirens for when its weep. 
But I will smile, like when we first met 
and say, “the garden of your imagination beloved”.

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