as she lounged about in bed
her hair was fairly dark
long body painted red
an oriental lamp
a table made of steel
a pine tree in a Mason jar
which couldn't have been real
a sketchbook and a head
whittled down to only ears
a harlequin with folded face
and sad eyes filled with tears
a rain cloud in the window
umbrellas flying past
her lonely heart still beating for
a love that's made to last.
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