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through a seam in the blinds
the sun
still
glasses case
when will it
come back to me
in the daylight her face just sleeping
one small ear poking out
her covers rise
and fall
her braided hair
in the lamplight
and daylight
dim shower
this blue screen
washes over me
It was nostalgic writing this.
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