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[prankster09]

clatter, clatter,
the door holds a clatter.
a vacuum stirs; frisco barks
blankets arise; it's time to get up.

the truth designs;
around it's all over.
a tacky Chinese flute,
and even Indonesian retro.

And all desires
are for those icy blue eyes
that rests in mind
yet never transpires.

clatter, clatter,
the door holds a clatter.
if only it were true
I'd make you mine forever.