Words
Loose coins
Rattle and shift in my mind
When the change collected from waking hours
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I put you in my window box
Where my sun meets earth at dusk
And fair pistils of your hair
Unabated by the scorch
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The breeze of right intellect
Winds swiftly and blind
The capture
The conquer
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I cannot stay here
Where your ghosts are tossed about
In a sour sad array
Groaning blame
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I followed you there
To the rope's fraying end
In feather soled gait
Your ears didn't twitch
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