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Third Monet

it is raining today as it did back then

sometimes the way the sky looks

sleeping, my cat almost fell off the bed

you look dead when you sleep she said

sometimes when i awake in the morning

the dreams do not stop just to prove

nothing again just endless paintings

moving at best awake and dreaming

and is the memory of the dream still

life is weeping at the best of times then

closes yours eyes to maybe then forget

whether or not you've ever existed is

a question and within does it make any

sense "non sense" sometimes to catch

myself spinning out of control is honest

every three days I remember to fall in

it is sand in the hour glass at both ends

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