her sister says be sure
her sister says remember
what happened befure
how you got dismember
so this time be pure
and the face the face
the hands the hands
off it on it
like a scotch bonnit
so hot baby what you got
but all tonight
down the west wall
sadness leaks like flutes
after snow-down
like cold moths
breath making leaves and dead stars
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