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I pull aside the morning curtain.
My childhood face floats by,
stares back and drifts,
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lost without a beating heart.
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Watch that little soul pour down the cliff,
a waterfall spilling out to cure the drought.
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Her center gone, mislead
by those whose words deceived,
she learned to weave an ornate tale,
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then settled like dust
in the evening shadows,
clutching a spray of conclusions
until
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the noon day sun,
spun by time,
comes into sight
to give me strength,
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makes it possible
to stand in ruby slippers,
to own the place my feet will tread,
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be friends again with perception,
and wave good-bye to things that pass.
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