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An old, far away man
He cocoons my cocoon
Warmer than friendship
Softer than love
All cloud hands and lay lines
Tracing his smile
If I were closer I would burrow
Into his arms
Inhaling the dusty stars buried in his fleece
Fading
Fading
Waiting
Until he's strung like beans
And lost to forever.
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