Nested in me,
like a pilfering,
like the blueprint of a piano--
are unnumberable aches of stars,
and they are perhaps the pieces of me
that I have given away but never lost.
Nested in me, like a pilfering, like the blueprint of a piano-- are unnumberable aches of stars, and they are perhaps the pieces of me that I have given away but never lost. |
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