When I crept out ofbed for workyou were sostillI thought you had actually died.As a garbagetruck roared by,I wishedI could wrap you inmy saffronbathrobeand carry youevery morning.Or that I could transformyou into a cricketto hear youchat freely withthe dusk. You saidyou thoughtyouwanted to live foreverwith me,so that wecould climb intoa spaceship and watchsocietyfall apart. But,nowit seemsin your palingmind…

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