Where I point Out Superfluous First Words

In    the well-assembled borders of sleep

places    fuzz with static and hum

where    I remember you and see you

clearly   , I am almost dreaming

You    laugh and ask me if I

would    mind scratching your back

Not    minding – that is what I do

Expect    no reprisals but

to    really punish me

Be    as if you are really here.

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