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Whipped Cream
Whipped Cream
A midnight snack
has its lips
in a dream,
asleep or awake
in a pool
of whipped cream.
Every illusion,
and face
or facade,
becomes
something subtle,
a lick or a nod.
A midnight snack
has its lips
in a dream,
asleep or awake
in a pool
of whipped cream.
Every illusion,
and face
or facade,
becomes
something subtle,
a lick or a nod.
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