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I had a dream (nightmare)

that I’d see you again…

Now you’re stuck in my head

like a plague, like a

niggling doubt in a source of reason,

and I know if we were to

meet

again, I’d leave my red handprint

as a work of art across your 

cheekbone

(and you’d still smirk proudly

and ask for my signature).

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