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From: Heart's Cupboard.
a coat of nails covers your soul
my shirt is nailed to your door
your nylons are wrinkled
my sweater shows through your coat
if I talk of portugal and black knights
it leads to poetry
varnish and warm wood your eyes are glass
my heart is stained walnut
we part you hate roses and gather
onions of hope
even the soft deep of a sunset
is lost to some unknown
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