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i am young in my dreams again. 
i shoot marbles and win again; 
the rail line still shivers under the 
patient iron wheels of a train that 
passed all those years ago. i still 
wear the hole in my shaded pants, 
which my mother meant to mend. 
i still chase after the pigeon that 
escaped to the gutter on the roof. 
my teacher dusts his well-worn 
shoes before he turns to the 
homework we did not do. the 
memory of my father's voice is 
harsh in reprimand. so timeless 
my mother's prayers and pleas for 
our souls' content. how vivid the 
patience she showed in the 
parodies that lit up our lives. 
so long since the dawn of dusk. 
so long since i heard that song. 
how long till i won't have to wrap 
my dreams in bandages again.