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Pale CorkShe bobs in the water / pale cork, pale-haired / lily pad with tendrils in the

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Desert WoesDo I dare disturb the universe; / this mellow sun warmed rock / upon which you sit

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UntitledI rest, still, thin, the eyelash on your cheek, / brushed off when midnight blue melts into peach. / And when you steal away this room will reek

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Hotel Room WaitEight stories up a / chrome and glass building, / with twelve thousand people peeking out behind

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HungerClinking my spoon on the white ceramic / plate, I count the steamy curls from my / coffee and the spots of yellow in

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The MoonThe moon sits on my / tongue. / Like snow, it melts, drops

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Second SkinSly second skin hanging off my bedpost or / curled under my pillow. / It climbs into my dreams,

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