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Arms blood red
in water warm as she could stand
she'd steep the sheets;
brown curls flopping like springs
over her eyes.

I'd help her wring.
We wrung until the sheets squeaked
and closed the distance between us.
Maybe she'd sing a song

her mother had sung to her.
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