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A slumbery face
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Echoing hearts and burning trumpets
I see her face pale and slumbery
Her curls moist by the dark
In her short mouth a butterfly cries for help.
Maybe a parrot got stuck in your hair,
Maybe a train run across your eyes
Making them look deep and paralyzed
In some dark corner of time.
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