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A lazy night breeze
Brushes past sheer curtains to
Kiss the candlelight.
The sound, drip, drip, drip
Echoes in the dark from my
Cloak, still wet with rain.
There is dirt stuck in
My nail beds. The hole in the
Fence is too small now.
The coals deep within
The bedding near my icy
Toes lull me to sleep.
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