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Not Averse
Came to stay one day.
Unpacked her bags,
and hung her quiet fripperies
between the places where I laid my head.
In the prehistoric, melting dawn,
stretched her gauzy face on mine
so that, by painted mouth and fresco eyes,
I had to show what I wanted so to tell.