Bottoms, Up
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James McLain
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If certainties the sky I sleep, vanear.
A petal turned its bottom lip upon.
When the darker side of day is crystal clear.
If certainties, I paint the sky with sleep.
Its bottom lip each petal that you love
speak to open lilys turned.
When roses to, I pray.
Side by side the dark is crystal clear.
If certainties I am and you, I paint.
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