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| yes the kitchen is dirty but the light is clean where the floor tiles are crudely fitted around the stove: an earring. today is may 6th 2001 2am from here through an open door i can hear you sleeping i'm wearing your turquoise and blue bracelet i didn't think often of you yesterday i haven't seen you today: we've been in different towns obeying. now reflecting no light lying in dripped grease and shadow near spilled peelings: falling circles of silver linked. later i'll place it on this polished wood holding your earring by the hook that enters your flesh i'll place it on this table. |
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