Paul Gabriel Sandu Poems

no sun rose over the hills this morning
and i was gathering my dog-hands around the keyboard
to let them show you the latest tricks i taught them
i sent you some pictures with cloudless skies
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the more i think about it
i imagine you like a white hospital
with clean, fresh sheets and large windows
and bright, airy rooms
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i ran out of time and i

am cut off from myself
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