I am putting the poems together in a collection
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These poems are treasures but maybe only to me.
Only I know.
Only I hear. 
(This is what I fear, it is often that way)
I don’t usually write like this.
I must have been under a spell.
Your spell.

I didn’t know I could write like this.
Craft more than the dribble seeping out of my sleeping mouth.
As I snore.

When I look at their pages it seems like they were always
And we were forever in that place beyond time.

and now we are not.
How can this be?

It cannot hold together without a center of gravity.