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For Marianne

I made you a tape.
I dreamed a sweeter day.
I tried to write you a poem to let you know,
it's amazing to dream.

The tape slices fragments
held together with plastic.

With a wave of my hand
My heart can surround you,
bleeding through the nightmares of tape.

You gave me those tapes....

4/30/85

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