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Nausicaa 344
What the mirror gives you back
Airy, wearing electric instinct, that
Different color – blame perhaps
The newest fingered garment of perfect proportion
Flittering of eyes and the shape of pockets
That never knew a real penny
That never trusted luck or hope
That always thought of grief as far away
As you take to the water
Will you never see the far shore?
The afternoon shops collecting shiny people
Know your favorite fear
The sweet awful
The five-foot wide heart
That you wear on such a beautiful day.
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