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Archival Remnant No 8 catalogue number MX747
What time is it?
Daylight past, after first rain.
He still dreams of her most nights, though
sometimes his mind is quiet. Not this night.
Dreams awoken.
Her eyes were so intense, angry and loving.
He lifted her so his could look directly into hers, she resisted; though leaning
back in pain or anger it was difficult to say.
Absent day.
What time is it?
Daylight past, after first rain, dreams awoken
absent day.
That’s the time.
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