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the days melt together drawing a distinguished
purple line by a silkworm on a ledge
within every lifting of the head to the sun
and throwing down to the moon
repeated events lay pressed in iron into time
one awakes throwing a blanket of smiles
and a customized suit on top to hide the nakedness
of the curves beneath our skin
bashfully hiding our face in Eden
we dare not let the black dye in our hearts
leak out and infect the stream of smiles
we stretch out in the naked darkness
and let our shame absolve into oblivion
the dreams giving no concern...