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Lullaby
The lightshade has lilies on it;
glazed pink and green.
The bulb glares;
angry underneath.
And your stare such blue;
blonde hair receding.
The sky looms;
my mood swings from the moon.
Eczema’ed arms;
red scratches in the night.
Veins of eyes stretch across my vision;
dark branches on yellow sky.
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