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might be in the deep night she came
while i in my long hair was dead
(i could never be sure). like a surgeon
must have stitched a heart pulsing red
she in her angel wings and denim pants
tugged at dreams she tied like
sunrising balloons above my head.

alive in the morning my senses thick
i fell in limerence with love.

© SSJ 1980

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