Aubade
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Aubade —but I rose and the day passed and it was dark when I walked the hallway and found you, already asleep, turned from me like an accidental photo—odd angle of sky, a thumb, that minute I decided to keep, and kept, but forgot. The back of your head on its pillow, a gentle, intimate shape— it was something, it was eternal. 30 ...
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