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as the wind carried the dispelled remains of dandelions through my open window during the early morning hours
a new solitude was found in the peace of sleep though I dreamed of earthquakes and rows of toppled houses
I realized that they were knocked over, but it seemed as normal as a cloudy day is after a week of sun
only a split second existed between this acknowledgement and the instability of the structure in which I stood
its vibrations were like a morning erection attributed only to an urge to urinate;
that I was slipping away feet first through an open window as though I jumped from a tall rock at the side of the lake
I awakened to find a hollowness in my heart
realizing that I had lost something that I never really had
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