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Clay Tracings
I cried to be day like you,
To cut away my shadow;
I had always wanted to
Match your eyes to mine and pin
Your flutterings in my book.
I only kissed you because
I simply couldn't be you.
We became brother and sister.
As my hair melted to your hair,
A familiar, an alien -
I hid the mirrors from your room
And my clay tracings of your heart.
Blind to incest; tranquillity.
Immediately stirred pictures
Of our faces in a river.
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