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she sits at the computer

Incence wafting through
the senses
The computer is in my library
I have a night time view
of horses and trains
from my window
Lou Reed sings to me
about the Sattellite of love

I decide, now
is the time
to start my book

I shall start in stories
a good place
to start
I think