I keep it tucked in folds of grey,
fear and chaos in my poor brain.
In the darkest moments of life
my list gives me a kind of peace,
no harm is worse than that I've dreamed.
For years my list remained unchanged.
I fear the dark of night, dislike
blinding sun, and hate our mean fate.
The day you died I lined out one
and then added two things to fear
I had no way to know before.
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