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The way heat escapes, why
should we venture from
bed. What can't be shaped
& scented to our liking,
bunches of color distract
the eye. A stem vase
springs Paris closer,
close, the latest fantasy
wallpaper etches & nooks.
Convince me the girl & her
lunchbox pose a question
of the sidewalk. Stuff
another pillow with news-
print, with sand. Map
the poisonous elsewhere.
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