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If I slept with my back towards you,
Would you bite my shoulder like night bites the yellow Elm?
Would you fold me into yourself
Like fireflies fold the stars within?
Would you carry them in pails like dreams
And empty them into the lulling sea?
If you could, would you lasso the moon and sink it in my cup of tea?