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Folded Hands
I hold in my hands this evening

Offering
A small basket of woven leaves
With flowers, incense and camphor
Frail and delicate, set afloat
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I Don’t Sleep Alone
I lay my tired body down,
head on my pillow,
pull up the sheets,
lids heavy…
when they appear before me,
a melee, making themselves heard.

SIP BY SIP, REALIZATION DAWNS
The man scoffed derisively.
