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Chimes sing outside when
the wind moans
sighing down the ravine
returning to howl
against the brick
like a little girl
who broke mama's grip
too soon
I open the window
and let her in
And the cats search the ceiling
for the crazy-girl
I let lace sheers
veil my hair
as she rushes past
caressing my cheek
in her gratitude
leaving me grass scent
as she hurries down the hall
to find the out-door.

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