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How I Will Touch You, How I Will Love You

The sparrow so light he leaves no trace where he sat in the snow except the one, two, three tiny points of each claw.

The shadow from the curtains is laid across your skin. Asleep, you do not notice. But your shoulder is latticed with vines of light. As the window, the lace retina holds a memory of your dreaming forever.

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