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i am drinking coffee at love cafe -- a lounging cafe, a retro cafe, a lovely cafe -- in my dreams, up north, where the snow is quiet, falling in inches above my ankles. and there he stands, a texturized beauty i cannot let go of. a bright smile ear to ear, lively voice. in my dreams he lives in my village. i sigh and realize he is real and he has a life, a lover. why is the beauty so obvious then? the windows illuminate as night falls deeply, a lovely vintage moon like a photographed memory. i don't know how to react when i see you. we are driving from the airport to the sea. we sail across the seas; i look east, west, north, south, until i

Other Side of Everything Now She chews on splattered breeze, pensive with bittersweet leaps in her heart, his past's words lingering, jumbled in the air. But she spits them out, Spits him out, And she's on top of everything now, On the other side of everything now, On the direct side of everything now; She's not taking a round-trip flight anymore. -- I hope your patience hasn't been eaten out of you by a hunger that's left a nagging, sour love now. I hope you can sleep, leave your anger behind, swallow the enlightening, naked breeze, and store it in your heart.