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after snugglingpalms wander over the extra blanket
gracing an icy wrist in place of a breast
what is wrong with me?
over the mountain, falling
an avalanche down to the belly
I ponder what's inside
a heart, under the cage
floating as a jelly-fish
I read the hair follicles on her skull
no soft secrets detected
wonder the french for 'bare clowns'...
hunter eyes glare at an empty space
previously dreamed there
leave in the morning
but, she doesn't wake.
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