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drawn by lightfall time creeps through the shadow doorway tipping scales
i sit still on embroidered cushions struck by the restlessness of my brief sojourn quietly putting leaves in line
the floodlit light of heaven has already been sold and i'd wish the ferment of must to remain on my tongue
dreams dreamed backwards flow slowly through cold tea spilled as stars move across the canopy of foreign homes
the sphinx on the sofa is growling in her sleep beside her, resting, moments of respite
always always you must write the last three letters of my name upside down with a blue note and a rose between your teeth
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