The stars line up to measure this,
a chance to dream and reminisce.
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you hate to swing your legs out from the night’s fray/to press your feet onto the steady hardwood floor/and step into the dark field of the day
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we tell ourselves we could have lived
a life of famous blue overcoats
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As a kid, I was overly fascinated with keys—not the jangly kinds that unlock doors and secret diaries and stash boxes—the kind you find on antique cash registers, typewriters, and adding machines. For whatever tactile pleasure these mechanical devices provided I may never