I dreamed I was watching. The young lovers dance. I reached out to touch your hair. But I was watching from a distance. We cling to love like a skidding car. Clings to a corner. I tried to hold into what we are.The more I squeeze, the quicker we're over. You take the pieces of the dreams that you have. Cose you don't like the way they seem to be going. You cut them up and spread them out on the floor. You're full of hope as you begin rearranging. Put it all back together. But any way you look at this. Looks like.The lovers are losing.

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