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Waverly
Poems
Jan 2012
Yukimi.
There is a melancholy
piano,
with a whole bunch of dust
like a film
of fear
in your corner,
that you like to play
every night
in the purple dark.
But I sleep,
holding you,
and I don't seem fragile
or under
some
formal demand.
Maybe
there can be
two types of will,
one for fear
and
one for
contentment.
You win the day,
with your ability
to will
certain things
into being.
Purple dark
ravishes.
We lay on the bed
and I can smell your hair
not fragile at all.
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