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sleep her hand is white on my chest her breathing is soft and even there's light through the window from the schoolhouse across the way a generator whine a car passes by we sat on the roof to feel the cooling air and watch bats flying in the darkenss we measured the world to suit us and left to make love in a corner of our room a siren wail an engine roaring a cat hssing in fear sleep her hand white on my chest her breathing soft and even |
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