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Cleaned up -
Things stepped over

White walls

Kids making love
With their hands on desks

And now I'm older
With the guilt of doing
Such things legally

The status I had then
Was every detail of 
One woman

The woman with 
Circles of lipstick

(the person waiting for
prayers to come to her)

Working the streets
Next to the fountain, where
The naked homeless bathe

Smells of chlorine enchanting her

Even night I dreamed
She displaced the air around me

I prayed (for her)
On her side of the bed

Whispers coming to me
Without understanding -
From the walls

Falling to the floor
Without legs or hands -
Ecstacy from a tongue
Between lips without movement.

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