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Apr 3
I sold my rope to a dreamer
Her crescent eyes held fast to signs of hope
You removed your clothes and found my sleepy soul
And consoled me for nothing
When did we get hunted
Hungry wolves ripped off our clothes
I suppose you were waiting for something
Or someone new to come along
Sunlight always sparkles
At the first ***** of dawn
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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