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Again it was in my thoughts.
The forensic of ambivalence.
Evidence of nostalgia.

Again it plied my thoughts.
The persuasion of kiss.
The scent of our afterglow.
The butterfly of our encapsulation
Flitting away on fey wings.
That need entwines our souls
Makes beautiful hypocrisy.
The restlessness of memory:
White calves inclined against
The closing of the bedroom door.

Again it was in my thoughts.
The shallowness of it all.
The ennui of forgetting.

11/1/98