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Fresh spy awaking to the door knob turning.

Over turning the pages of our story, skipping lines by paragraphs.

Finding rhythmic feeling in slight exultation of signs.

The yearning bred hums out by the back porch, mother’s favorite garden.

The sky parted with stars that showered us lullabies.

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