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My Twentieth Year - 24. red nails
Poem No. 50
In slumber days
the sky was pink with excitement
because innocency lived in a sigh.
Poem No. 51
Prelude:
A lady does her nails, in a class about Death
and then leaves
They're ugly red nails, in a class about Death
they match her sleeves
Her ruddy color pales, her throat swallows a breath
and then leaves
A lady did her nails, in a class about Death
to match her sleeves
Turns pale and leaves.
Poem:
There's a leaf on the floor,
All the way in the corner, under the window,
And I wonder how it got there.
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