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I do not want to be a hand towel

I do not want to be a wagging tail, no

Though I love those things

They might not be the means

Through a screen of tears

I’ll see soon

That’s a plate, not a room

She did not think he’d mind

That she thought such things

About mice and fire, blades and wire wings, no

Though she loved those things

They turned out not to be the means

On a phone by a dune

That’s a plate, not a room

On the hood there’s a moon

That’s a plate, not a room

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