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Al
Matted, the hair
in
string form slides its
wetness down my
back
and
shivering
I
turn aside
the
stranger there,
but
it is
my
own reflection.
now has wine
turned
me happy -
Scarlet minus red,
the
sun
too
has
laughed
with
me.
no, the long lapses
sadness
were
spilled
out
by one
who
laid his head
upon
my
breast.
for
him my
smile
begins.
April 21, 1960