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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.

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