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It is late at night

And I cannot sleep

As my eyes adjust to darkness

I scan my room

Contrasting its clutter

With your geometrically elegant beauty

I look at the floor

And see three shiny quarters

That have fell from my pocket when I undressed

I get out of bed and pick them up,

Pretending they are stars

I'm plucking from the night sky

To give to you



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