Her Name Is Cynthia
She sleeps like a bear
in her deeply sonorous dreams.
She is not dainty,
she’s too sturdily anchored
into an earthy nature.
Her name Cynthia.
When Cynthia sleeps,
she plays with the small skulls
of squirrels, and mice,
while avidly reading
her teen magazines.
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