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Sequins

Shining on a lifeless shirt,
Arresting your eye,
Stars; a perpetual mobile made
In the night,
From the plaintive melancholy,
Distracted,
From the desolate,
And I place the sequins over my soul,
Hoping it will have that effect.


 
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