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you were cold at the museum

i waited for you
in the lobby,
reading the paper.

you showed up
in a skirt,
and your alabaster legs
were like white sand
peninsulas
for my exploring.

but my fingers were
stained with news print ink,
and i didn't want
to smudge them.

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