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lazarus (14)

to see the man rise, in the morning,
an almond moon dip chocolate night

prairie horizon, shimmer-y,
his cup of black coffee, steamy

toast butter-less, love
love, in the morning,

she feeds you, feeds you,
leaves crumbs, in your bed,

to hear raven’s wings,
hey ya, hey ya

the big bear stretches, rise
rise big bear rise,

ancestors cry,
hey ya

she, cuddled next
under chocolatey blankets, awed

to see you, dead man

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