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A SCALE OF RED GEMS
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Inside of me night standing
sprinkled with white scales.
After the “good mornings”
a scale of clouds
covered with red gems.
Among bushes
dream snipers
prepare their coup de grâce.
Walking home
I remember
I have lost every house.
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