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Jan 2018
. dream .

dressed in nightly surrender
i dreamed the dress in white,
tho silked in red.
blood ran loose on crumpled paper,
hung.

there is an art cafe
on saturday.

i cannot
hang the clothes
for fear of disrupting
the act.

i dream of drawing
that which you will not
see.

sbm
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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