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I hear your cough
You toss and turn
In the other room

Your face turns to me
Full on in its frame
In black and white

You shine with light
On the right side
Your hair draped

Like a curtain on the left
You glide on the ice
Of a flooded field

The most artistic
Athletic legs clad
In silk stockings

Dawn strikes the window
Blue black rays
I wait for your call.

A nom

I like this one, Frank. Seconded.

Eira

I like this one, Frank. Seconded.

Eira

Yes, I second this.