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Wedge
The wedge of shadow
That comes and goes as
She stands swaying
On the front lawn
Shining like a dryad
On the crowded grass
Her sweet gravity
Has a kick to it
Partakes of an ecstacy
Intricate beyond concealment
Not completely desirable
Or even very likely
This is how things get out of bounds
Dizzily conscious fumbling insensate
In the shade of the lonely palm
All history circling the drain
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