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Two Poets Waking Up Together By Jayme Kurland We're both poets I know That morning you wrote, too On the same notepad as the birds' leeheeheekee leeheeheekee (and some cars passed by) (and the sun-mixed-with-window-pane smelled like your hair) (and our fingers were shy contra dancers wrapped in violins) and the best part was we did not speak |
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