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[tamara_russo]

The Dream – Winter in a Closet

The real pain is a bother
Not soothing, this manipulation.

Triplets of faces, once, when
It was easier, the way my fingers –
And it was winter, and cold and wonderful –
They took everything in.

A rare thing, in a dream, is that.
When it comes you treat it like it's
Winter.
Like it's closed and closeted, but the wind
Won't open the door.

November, again, and this dream, again,
And you, again, and this, again.

And the pain, again, where it won't touch,
Just skim.

And my hands are dry again.