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Monday, October 12, 2009
In a pristine bathtub,
They sit across from each other.
He is a bird and she is a plane.
Steady hands brush the surface.
Bare* sleeps underneath.
And in the wake of little shapes,
Flowers fall from the ceiling.
In the warmth
They wade
Together.
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