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She showers and then she leaves,

Billy the Kid and his bubbly water thoughts-

I abandon the dream I have been writing each and every night,

of you and your watercolor eyes that I imagine in the landscape I am painting-

the furnace and the factory like titans grinning in the distance over the rolling tumbleweeds-

            ‘There, do you see the way the gazelle fawns, bent over your island?’