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Don't let 

            her voice wind under

unfinished business; loose youth 

            rivulets into hopscotch love

shadows play; Goya's dog

            doesn't come when you call. 

Caught in the yellow, 

            calm, the quiet 

has come 

            to terrorize you.

L e e  A n n e  S i t t l e r

Alone with a Girl

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