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"Untitled" - 5/16/2006

so how is it
so how are you
would you sketch me
slow midnight

I undress
adeptly moon-crazed
in a drowned daze
I ignite

I have waited
patient decades
for the chance
to shine this beam

dare I open
up my window
to rush over
drear's railing

you said you could
catch me darling
easily you'd
break my fall

I think maybe
love's a swimmer
lonesome as
the river's call

you said baby
time's a sinner
who's been grifted
leaves will fall

spring in winter
summer's splinter
calm inside
serene is

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