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Minerals on a Blanket
Let my ears hear the words,
'come child,
Bring your tired feet, so weary of the journey,
and walk a while with me'
To walk on your spotless blanket?
Your moondust diamond shadow
That fills all dreams herein?
I'll come
With empty arms
Tinselled in your polished minerals
That bray and dust my dampened skin
And wear your opulent clinquant
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