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Blue wallpaper pasted to the floor,

Hardwood walls and white-tiled door.

Half-awake, heavy eyelashes fall

Blending room with dream and all

The skylines in the world

Are blowing, unfurled by

Sleepy breaths

In and out, lift fingertips

To skyscraper to lips

Warm with morning,

Soft enough to sing.

Twirl the gleaming barrel,

Send your pink personality

To the top.

Color by number-

You might be a 10

If you keep

Inside the lines.