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S.h.e is me thinking of you/before s.h.e
stopped having something to lie about/me/to h.e.r/self/to you
s.h.e takes off all h.e.r jewelry/on a terrace
rooftop up there with jazz/where chimes don't know what to say
soundless blowing down the boulevard/are lyric rays
s.h.e is up there where a child draws birds into perfect v's s.h.e draws you all
over/ traces you between your laugh lines
s.h.e will draw you/close/super-impose/me/with you/with rays to spare.