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i dream of you facing a stage i stood on years before i knew what my feet were for. i wonder if you still scatter nasturtium seeds in the watermelon patch, and if the geese that line your heart have outgrown their awkward stage, or if they're as gawky and perfect as they were when we sat together in a room made for living, repurposed and reclaimed, and sang into each other's eyes.
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