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At night they floated through my dreams / like paper dolls, whole flocks of them, / in synchronous motion, hatless / even in winter, lest they muss their hair.
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I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
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