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Thursday, October 6, 2011
Sheets
I want to sit in the rain
and watch the smoky air: The
mingling, contrasting dance,
the lovely pair, burning, bitter.
Inevitably they will cause
each other to pine away
But when they dance,
they are beautiful.
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