I sit in a chair
that melts to nothing
beneath me. I close my eyes
because she says I can
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I sit in a chair
that melts to nothing
beneath me. I close my eyes
because she says I can
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The gray field of the rain had risen.
She slept on the worn patchwork quilt
of the sky.
When
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I don't recommend it.
You might wind up like me,
with spiders on your lips,
crawling out like
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