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My sunshine is a picture of what I have seen so often before
In the rising dark and in the headiness of early morning,
Its corporeal fragrance and freshness of air
The heaviness of a limb, reluctant;
And Eyelids,
Sticky with the dreams of forgotten things,
Meet their partner of bone.
Face-ache a reminder of the skeleton,
A beauty beyond the skin;
My defaced leather upholstery.

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