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culling my
life with
sleep to trim
my hair —
It's just
a moment
he said, we die
every night —
And of
the newest
ways to grow
hair on
bald death —
I told him
of the quartz
lamp
and of old men
with third
sets of teeth
to the cue
of an old man
who said
at the door —
Sunshine today !
