DECIDEDLY
FRIGHTENING,
that your head,
so asleep on your
forearm
about to possibly
dislodge the brandy bottle,
your yellow
dress,
across the arm
of the soft blue
chair,
and Mozart—
all so
angelically
empty
really,
putting such
meaning into my
life.
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