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• If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of you are great light borrowers. Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected, And your first gift is making stone out of everything. I wake to a mausoleum; you are here, Ticking your fingers on the marble table, lookin...
• The birthmarks that are his trademark—
• Unlike you, With no strings attached. All cool, all blue. Unlike you—
• I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year. After all I am alive only by accident.
• This little black Circle, with its tawn silk grasses—babies’ hair. There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions me lovingly.