Meg and I compared notes over breakfast that day: I’d dreamed I was Meg, and she’d dreamed she was I.
Now we knew each other. We finally understood.
Now we knew it was over. <END>
Buy it at amazon.com/author/terencekuch: For Anacreon, 30 poems of love and life from the ancient Greek poet (originally published as a chapbook by Silkworms Ink).
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