A curious story I forgot
Where a girl was a prize of a doodle
And within the indefinite madness
I almost remembered myself.
A meter was shortened a little;
I giggled and woke to a nonsense
Of a conflagration of heart,
Then hummed a brief prayer.
I dreamt of a recessed sand
In a form of her contoured body
And swept a speck from memory.
A page was an empty mirror,
Space without fog of life
From a breath she had unfurled.
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