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The bed is built against the day
with a blanket of trust and emotion
the light has no name or place
but comes through the door in a rush
the candy bar on the counter has inches
on the night when he says, sweet dreams
the desk is built to hold the rain away
and certain books that won't fade
the cookie sheet has been like a dock
where the boats all stick and are
glazed over
the drawer is full of energy when I
took off
and on the switch where blind men see.
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