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Night comes
And I relax. I could choose
A whole reference library
Of mitigation, but
You touch my leg as you talk.
The sky is just up there.
When we get out of cabs
Or subways, it's still got blue in it,
And I watch you talk.
What am I thinking? I'm like
A person in a cab.
Don't drop me by the lions,
Unless there's a clean shopping cart.
Night, a novel on the bedtable.